I-n the mind of a thinker,
S-leeps not the ideas;
A-round billions of thoughts
I-mply they forever last.
A-lways overflowing, the wisdom comes from within;
S-econd day of warm July, the words aren't getting thin.
G-ood thinker in minding
U-ses his heart and emotion;
E-specially when he is alone,
V-isualizing his imagination.
A-rranging every line,
R-hyme and phrase together;
R-ight time and peaceful place
A-re in the mind of a thinker.
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