Rapid Transit
Rapid Transit
By Miracle Man
August 30, 2020
My mind is like a playground,
where endless thoughts skitter rapidly.
Pining to be heard they appear unbound,
but few morph into words, to be displayed in ink.
When the bell rings and recess ends,
most vaporize, because they stink.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2020
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