Poetic Minds
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  • Reads 199
  • Votes 7
  • Parts 9
  • Time 10m
Ongoing, First published Mar 06, 2016
Mature
We'll save some fleeing thoughts,
While they soar by on whizzing frisbees.
So that when our minds start to rot,
And our writers shrivel up like prunes.
We'll have these ancient recollections,
To warm our dimples through our ages.
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