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The Brain, within its Groove

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The Brain, within its Groove
Runs evenly—and true—
But let a Splinter swerve—
'Twere easier for You—

To put a Current back—
When Floods have slit the Hills—
And scooped a Turnpike for Themselves—
And trodden out the Mills—

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  • lyrical princess
    May 19, 2004
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    wow great poem...lovely words used...the poem really touch me great flow it this poem and short but touching