I wanted to write a poem, but in mulling over my options, I realized that a cunningrapine of my thinking skills had taken place. I tried in earnest to defeat the forces that so easily silenced my thoughts. I was counterattacked with anserine sounds which actually weren't all that unpleasant because I'm sometimes just a silly old goose.
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