Searching:
Perusing the dictionary for words to enlighten,
That would illuminate through my paper and pen,
My mental absorption was in dire need,
I urgently required gaining a word seed.
Sadly my pocket Oxford lacks total opulence,
With pompous words, that may not make sense,
Quickly flicking the pages from A to Z,
Realizing a thesaurus is next in line for me.
It's rather difficult to be a poet unschooled,
It may appear as though I have been fooled,
As problematic as this is indeed,
I shall revitalize my mind to feed.
Leaving remnants of my past self behind,
In reminiscence, I shall quiet my mind,
For I am rather inquisitive for things to learn,
I just hope I don't injure my brain in turn.
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