There are days where I get so confused or befuddled that my thoughts all come out in puddles, raining backwards and forewords, sideways and upways I pick up a pen and I pick up a notebook and when I'm done the whole world looks A little brighter A little cleaner A little straighter My rhymes can be wonky and my syllables can be wack, but I feel better And that's that. You might say that these poems Translate my thoughts in a more beautiful way. All original works.
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