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Thankfully Thick
by Tracy EllenWhen do I get to be thankfully thick
Like an old woman watching classic
Cinema in her minds eye, lids flick
And lips grin, living well in memories
Enjoying my minds disease as I please
Or a child, playing sword with a stick
Running through the backwoods, so free
No troubles deep in the mind to pick
No world woes or evil foes to face
Adulthood, Id like to erase that place.
11/17/2006 Posted on 11/17/2006
Copyright © 2025 Tracy Ellen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 11/18/06 at 01:53 AM Hee hee, fine rhythms and sense--it is that in between nonsense that makes no sense, the children and the old people rule. Really very good! |
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