A mnemonic mind,
Is hard to find.
From the river to the sea.
An oasis of thoughts,
Chasing around after me.
Oasis, A hidden spot,
Amongst a fertile lot.
Where my best thoughts,
Are often lost.
They call it a waxing moon,
That shines bright at night.
It seems very strange to me,
For how can it be made of wax;
When we know it's made of cheese.
Had a improbable thought,
While traveling all around.
Is fog just a cloud,
That's fallen to the ground.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-02-24 at 03:45
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Is hard to find.
MNEMONIC MIND
There seems to be,From the river to the sea.
An oasis of thoughts,
Chasing around after me.
Oasis, A hidden spot,
Amongst a fertile lot.
Where my best thoughts,
Are often lost.
They call it a waxing moon,
That shines bright at night.
It seems very strange to me,
For how can it be made of wax;
When we know it's made of cheese.
Had a improbable thought,
While traveling all around.
Is fog just a cloud,
That's fallen to the ground.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 136 times
Written on 2023-02-24 at 03:45
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