Seldom is a thought wasted,
As there is always room for more.
The mind is capable of expanding,
To accomodate so much and not be a bore.
Let the ideas come and go,
Soon one will sit awhile.
There, like a rooster at dawn,
Will be an idea to make you smile.
You'll ween it and pluck it,
Till it's down to the bare bone.
At last you can relax,
For a poem has been born.
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Love ya!
Jane