They call it a blonde moment -
A glitch of intelligent thought
I knew what I thought I was thinking
But before I could think, I forgot;
It has something to do with the wiring
It's tangled, and tends to short out,
Somewhere in the process of thinking
I forget what I'm thinking about;
Tomorrow I may go out shopping
And buy a new color to try
So when I don't get what you're saying
You'll think that I do, but I lie;
I'll make a big change on the outside
So people will give me a nod
I'll still be a blonde on the inside
But no one will know it - thank God!

Linda Ori

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