I had a little idea
I kept it to myself
Left it safe for just one year
Behind a book on a nearby shelf
Now the time to reap has come
Three hundred and sixty five days passed
I find that my idea has gone
Nothing but a lot of dust that has amassed
So my message I believe is simple
Not tough or awful to swallow
Act on ideas as fast as you can
Because dust leaves you feeling hollow
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