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Joe Tennis chased the one good idea he'd had his whole life. And when he finally caught up with it he did what he thought was right. So he watched the idea's tail-lights fade down the highway, and with them the hope that his life could be any other way than how he found it how he found it how he found it What was Joe Tennis thinking at the time? 'I'll let my idea go, if it comes back to me its mine.' But the idea hung a left and become a faint spark on distant horizon. The Idea knew things that Joe never did and It smiled to itself behind the wheel and lit a ciagrette, when a frown of a thought crossed The Idea's mind, because if it, and you and I, think we know Joe's kind, then how had Mr. Tennis ever found it? And he found it, twice. From Letras Mania