The mind of a poet.
Its not neat, clean, or tidy.
Nothings in order,
A paper hear a paper there.
Words scattered though out our minds.

Eccentric?
Maybe…
Crazy?
Only sometimes.
But the only thing that describes it all is
The Mind Of A Poet.

Always changing,
Confusing odd and a little strange
It’s a mind of a poet.
Also known as: Me.

lilly mandrell

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