One genius to another, sent in a big
purple bow
I've got some words for you that I hope
you won't know.
Brain sipping chocolate, like my momma's
did for two
She told me not to wonder,
but it's something
I'll always do.
My, how I've grown, and sometimes, I'll ask
Whatever's still inside me that burns steadfast?
I'll tighten up the screws, and pinky place infinite thought
Onboard, ready to play, with hands clasp taught.
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