A Single Penny - Poem by Gianna Jett
A Single Penny
My mind is like a raging machine,
Enduring and embracing everything it sees.
It gives me busy days and many sleepless nights,
If there were only a switch to turn off these endless flights.
If I were paid per thought by each idea and tiny fragments of a memory,
How wealthy I would become, even if each thought were only a single penny!
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