Vincent Havik73 Poems

Looking in the mirrored glass,
My fears rising fast.
Staring at the image waiting for it to move.
It just stares back in mimic maintaining its view.
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Some days I feel like reading a book.
Some days I feel like learning to cook.
Some days are better thruout the ages.
But none can compare with putting my ideas down on pages.
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Once upon a midnight weary, while I wondered, sought and queried.
Over many a pile of crumpled and discarded note.
While I prodded, nearly cracking, at the material I was lacking,
Of the things my mind was racking.
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