This poem floats around lightly in my head,

Flips, flops all of those dreams better left unsaid.

There are such thoughts, ideas and notions

That would fill the seven seas and all the oceans.

Actually, this poem floats like a cloud

With so many other thoughts, said aloud.

So here I sit, with pen in hand,

Somehow, I thought you'd understand.

12/20/2007

Posted on 12/20/2007
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