My Crumpled Thoughts
I am tired of making lists for the store, I can't even get out the door. Last year is over and so are my thoughts, I tied them all in knots. I am tired of stinky thinking, so maybe I should take up drinking. My mind has been working overtime, and not on just a new rhyme. My car got a lube and oil, My thoughts need some new planting soil. Mind toss out the old and bring in the new, I refuse to spend this year blue.
Date Written: 1/8/2021
1/10/2021 Poem of the Day win.
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2021
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