Inside my head are facts I’ve learned,
Some useful, others not
And mem’ries to which I’ve returned
That I’ve enjoyed a lot.
Inside my head my brain is filled,
With no more room to spare,
So just like milk that someone spilled,
New input’s just not there.
No matter what I read or hear
That I wish to retain,
It seems to quickly disappear,
Like water down the drain.
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