I lost my short-term memory,
But I wish I could say
That I gave it away,
Because now my entire life is like
living in a Doyle story.
My brain's at work, too pressed for
boring,
Examining, with my magnifying glass and
eyebrow raised,
Everything anywhere near my personal
space,
Using everything around as clues,
Piecing together what I meant to do.
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