Okay, I admit. This blog is primarily a travelogue. But hey, didn't you know that the fastest and farthest traveler is none but the mind? So there's no harm in accommodating that little brainwave in the journey. Brainworm, you may call, if you must.
Why did my world stop
At twelve-twenty-six?
Or why did it start
At nineteen seventy six?
Why did my pirouette halt
At the twirl of the hair?
And why did Cleo the Leo smile
Along with the fragrance in the air?
Why does the light lighten up
With a mere text or a tweet?
Or why does it not go off when
The light is not so sweet?
Why did my world stop
At twelve-twenty-six?
Or why did it start
At nineteen seventy six?
Why did my pirouette halt
At the twirl of the hair?
And why did Cleo the Leo smile
Along with the fragrance in the air?
Why does the light lighten up
With a mere text or a tweet?
Or why does it not go off when
The light is not so sweet?
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