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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.
Journal of a Spaced-Out Brain -poetry-
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#995273 added October 7, 2020 at 12:32pm
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The Trunk
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.

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