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Quick-thinking brain of my long lost youth
left me without a goodbye, how uncouth!
Jeopardy champions in our own way;
you had the answers while I had the say.
Shadows inhabit my brain now at times
shifting from fog to a cold, icy rime.
When it is clear, we are back, you and me;
winning the game for the whole world to see.
This challenge definitely had me lamenting my thinking cap of yesteryear! Trying to portray lament, praise, and solace in dactyl was a nice stretch of the brain.
Linda rybak said:
Oh, yes! That is me in a nutshell.