My Quiet Room Poem by michael Smajda

My Quiet Room



I'm off to la la land
Where my versely mind goes
For required therapy
Whenever a thought flows
Desiring to be writ,
Whether worthy or not,
Hopefully, to be read,
Cherished, never forgot.

Thursday, January 9, 2020
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