Thought Killer Poem by michael Smajda
Thought Killer
My mind is infested with termites,
Slowly eating my thoughts away,
If not soon writ down on paper,
No one will e'er know what they say.
Dementia they say's the problem,
And no cure for this is sight.
Both mind and pen become useless
For anyone who loves to write.
Tuesday, December 17, 2019
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