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Junky Mind

Illusion in this house of the mind - a kitchen drawer that one can find. Lost things will roar in this Junk Drawer, lots more than anyone ought to ignore. Inside it were cries 'n clips 'n pieces: our oldest sorrow that never ceases. Monkey Mind flitters from here to there, cares little since it's unaware. Feelings best left behind closed doors, forever secrets in Junky Drawers. Objects that have found a proper place - in this keep, they earn their special space. This chamber reveals a Junky Mind, where wayward thoughts shall be confined. Tiny treasures get tucked away, left for discovery another day.

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Date: 10/29/2020 11:15:00 AM
Good one. Sometimes my brain is like that junk drawer filled leftovers and what if I need that last part that we did not use. Creative lines penned and great comparison poetry. Thanks for stopping by my page. Sara
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Greg Gaul
Date: 10/29/2020 1:34:00 PM
Thanks Sara, looks to me like your Junky Drawer has been pretty well sorted out! Your remarks are appreciated.