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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The junk drawer of my mind processes MOMENTO, like golden Ark Dulcimer, Cimbalom that shatters the font of unfinished sound, into pixels of mime, song bound, PUZZLE PIECE orchestrated by the filter of Time In swirling depths of thoughts refined, sorted, assorted, twine. The junk drawer of my mind resides, to be found again. A hope chest realm where memories find their place, in their proper chaotic order digest. In fragments, scattered from venture, far and wide re deployed. Like the land of forgotten toys, a painting of unfinished joy. Junk drawer, lessons from God. Mind processing synapse, synod. Poetic lines of insightful mysteries Unfinished thoughts. "-" Why a kitten is so endearing. Why a cat has its own chick as a plushy, (it's very own rainbow Charizard, to squeeze obnoxiously, then capture the void, bon avengers within junk drawer, purr upon in wave of polar oid.) Within this hidden, sacred space, lies an Ark of sorrows and joys, mysteries. Dulcimer ABACUS, plucked with fervor of background noise, composes, comprises, compromises the melody life employs a place, not a junkyard, but a station of honor and grace. Cimbalom strikes, resonant and pure, opens to unfold precious capture. Drawer opend, creating ripples, echoes of the past, beckoning you back in naked allure. Shattering the font of unfinished sound, of a song of nostalgia cure. Bardic STRING shows where you've been and flashes like a CARD to bring you back within its kingdom, labyrinthine idiom fragmenting of lessoning vaguery. A PUZZLE PIECE, intricate and profound. Each memory a stroke upon life's canvas, framed in rainbow, tornadic hope, victory, touchdown. Orchestrated by the filter of Time, crafting back, story, poetry wondrously open to assemble to my need. As I delve into this harem, emotions rise and fall like a symphony's tide, cascade to the sea, mountain sides. For the junk drawer of my mind possesses a BAND that TIES. The power to stir, position, place, a fall into the hole to leave an imprint inside upon the whole, preside of unveiling, behold my wares, MISCELLANEOUS, extemporaneously- stare wondrously as it doesn't lie, as it lies there about the truth of whose belongings are shuffled nigh.
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