Lame Poem

Thinking can sometimes be overrated.
If we think and think, and never act
What use is that?
If all the things we ever thought never cause us to think something that wasn't thought
What use is that?
I wish I was an Einstein, a Milton, or a Pope
But all things said and done
I'll never be any of those
So content I am
with these thoughts I call my own
that twirl and swirl about
in this lovely brain of mine
As unoriginal as they may be
They are my thoughts alone
And will forever be.

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