Sophia White

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The Poet, On Losing Her Mind, Laments: - Poem by Sophia White

Every time I sit to write
Or get some work done – finally!
I find my mind leagues away
In Some Closet – writing poetry.
Mind, won’t you come back to me?
You’re always in Some Closet.
Why’d I even write that poem
About this place, Some Closet?
Well, darn, it’s too late now.
But I wish my Mind would return,
And how!

Comments about The Poet, On Losing Her Mind, Laments: by Sophia White

  • (5/31/2006 10:38:00 AM)

    good passion in this, Sophia. & the slight humor made it entertaining. Sus. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 31, 2006

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