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In One as Three

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Some days are a mystery
They come, they go, they stay
It isn’t hard to distinguish
The sun, the moon, the hay

The four of us headed out
Caroline, Ollie, and me
The fourth of us was the one
The highlight, the hit, Debbie

We golfed down one to the green
We drive, we laugh, we move
On to two but first we putt
The stroke, the line, the groove

We tee it up on number two
Hit one, hit two, hit three
Debbie swings her nine wood
The swing, her hit, we see

We see her ball bouncing
The hop, the skip, the jump
We just can’t be sure of
The ball, the green, the bump

At the green, time to check
The grass, the cup, the ball
As luck would have it
The shot, the cup, the fall

It was a wonder for us to share
The Hole-in-One decree
For Debbie has had a hole in one
Not once, not twice, but three!

Chapter 4 – Feeling the Block

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I had a thought not so long ago, the thought inside my head
No one else can hear the thought unless I speak instead
The problem is, and sometimes was, spoken words are said
They pop on out and fill the air, like magic, a word thread

And, if the thought is not so kind, spoken is not the way
For I would think that spoken words can surely make me pay
I doubt that thoughts, unkind thoughts, really want to stay
So, I close my mouth and my eyes to communicate with Frey

Then, of course, my mouth doth choose to override my brain
It isn’t what I want to say, but it takes off like a train
As my words head down the track, causing much disdain
I grab a glass of water, to wash away the pain

It isn’t what I meant to say or say it to be mean
My brain works faster than it should, a little like caffeine
I have to work on slowing down, the words I need to screen
Forgive me, please, it could be worse, not funny but obscene

I’m probably not so different, but sometimes I feel I am
Different can be good, especially for making jam
Unlike tasty eating, different speaking may even slam
Maybe I just need to isolate, into a far-off ashram

I might learn what is normal, for a whacky brain like mine
Do I fit into a crowd, or let the sun just shine?
Not sure I could do it, for to think is my assign
Guess I’ll relax and think about it, with a glass of wine