The Trunk - InkSpot.Com
About This Author
Writing poetry allows me to exercise my imagination and share it with others. I strive to write for the benefit of the reader using carnival fun mirror images of my life's experiences.
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A toaster is but a toaster Until it becomes junk I have wasted things I've hidden in a trunk. Can you guess or see Would you like to know What could possibly be What I cannot show Think not ill my words Do not fear nor dread The trunk is filled with birds The trunk's inside my head. |