Whosoever finds my mind
If you perhaps could be so kind
As to let me know?
For while it's clear that it's not near
I realize my greatest fear
It'd be the first to go.
If all my parts are a la carte
My stomach, liver, lungs and heart
My mind should be the glue
So keep an eye open, wave and shout
If you should see my mind about
Please let me know, could you?
Caren E. Salas
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