It went
That moment in my head where I had a hundred and one things to say and my thoughts were tripping over each other in their hurry to leave my head and they flowed and flowered into beautiful magical scenes that reminded me of my childhood and a promise of a future
But I was driving
And therefore
My thoughts were lost.
The moment something grand comes along and promises to whisk you off your feet, the proverbial "Man from Porlock" comes along and it all goes downhill from there. :)
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