Woke up Thursday with a tune in my head
I played it, and I played it once again
I tried to memorise you in my bed
Replaying you and again replaying
I hummed you but the humming was in vain
I washed and dressed in coat and shoes of black
I walked to work still humming your refrain
In my mind everything was still on track
At work your mem’ry came under attack
Till oh so slowly all your notes had fled
When I left work you’d gone; I tried, but strain
My mind hard as I could, I couldn’t crack
Your code. Saturday night, uninvited,
My Thursday morning melody came back
Sat 28 Feb 2009
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