To lose your head is a terrible loss,
So bad that you can't understand.
It can slip from your hands,
And roll out the door,
Then your head won't be yours anymore.
You'll stumble around trying to find it,
But without your eyes,
You won't.
And without it,
You miss so much.
So think,
You can lose your marbles and do without it,
But you just can't lose your head.
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Your Heart is My Harp
PoetryYour heart is my harp. With my poems, I'll try and show you how I pluck the strings. I'll try and pluck the strings of your heart, Creating happiness and joy and laughter with these poems. They're just silly little ones, but maybe, just maybe, they...
