Here in my imagination,
There are thoughts waiting
To be born, to see the light
Of day and know existence.
So many times I passed them by,
Thinking I had better things to do.
Then one day it happened,
I put all of them in a poetry book.
It shook the timbers of my mind
To free them for what their worth.
Now I treasure my little book
And all the poems that it took.
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Jane