One day,
I will go deep-sea landfill diving
For every loose-leaf paper
That contains one of my scribbled inventions,
For all my pieced-together song lyrics on napkins,
The cure for cancer
Was probably written on some old receipt.
I have a knack
For never finishing anything,
Throwing away every spark
That could ignite the world.
~Written by: Virgenal Owens
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