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Morton Torkleson
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Mark Lane |
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Morton Torkleson found that he was beside himself one day,
âAre you out of you mind?â He asked himself without an instant of delay.
âWhy would you ask me that?â He asked as he stuck a finger in his face,
âBecause,â he said firmly to himself, âyouâre the only one in this place.â
âIf thatâs the truth then I can say whatever should pop into my head,
Any random thought even if only a tangent to the least logical thread.â
âGo ahead and say the craziest things that youâve ever thought,
The worst that I will ever say of you is that you must be overwrought.â
âWell you should know,â Morton said to himself as he got up and walked away,
âBut should we ever meet again, please have something more interesting to say.â
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--Submitted by lanet on 2011-03-20.
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