Sonnet I
I’ve watched TV so long it’s broke my brain.
Arising from my chair I pace the room.
There’s nothing here to bind my mind in place.
No music here to break my silent state.
I wander to my study filled with crap.
I wonder if my muse might be out back.
So wandering my garden dead and dour
a cheeky little bird begins to sing.
Now visions of the flowers turn my head.
A dabble of the sunlight spins a spell
and I begin to take a different view.
Returning to the study filled with trash.
I set myself to clear each box with care.
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