An unfurnished mind, for example mine, is fun to decorate.
You can throw anything you like inside; the dendrites find it great.
A furnished mind, one unlike mine, is lumbered with a grate
that blocks new input and is snide and can’t expectorate.
You cannot if you expectorate expect to highly rate
with those to whom infinitives split are calls to be irate.
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(lines 11,317 through 11,322, volume 7, of imaginary novel Autonomous Rifle)
Earth Tourist 
Love your sense of humor, as always, Alan!
Many thanks, Kath!
Many thanks, Kath. It’s good to see your pixels again. Hope you are busy writing.
Alan
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goodness! :)
Delightful– a toast to the unfurnished mind! May it never be filled.
Thanks, Sandra. Cheers!