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If I were put in charge
Of what I thought,
Things would be different
In there.
Ideas would march
In single file,
Not crowd together
Like children
As recess ends.
Feelings
Would listen to reason
And account
For their whereabouts
Each time they left
The room.
There would be no need
To rummage through
A pile of words
To find a name
Or link a face
To a picture
I can’t remember taking;
No reason to forget your name
Some mornings.
Things would certainly be
Different
If I were placed in charge
Again…