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penny for My thoughts
May 17, 2018
Sometimes I play
Pretend.
I become,
A wildebeest-
But then-
I remember,
I don’t know that much,
About them-
So-
I stop.
I often like
To think,
That
I would make-
A great
Potato.
Then I Imagine,
How I would taste.
I come-
To the conclusion-
That
The answer-
Is probably,
Delicious.
I then-
Chomp down-
Upon,
My hand.
But-
When I do.
I can’t focus-
On
The taste,
Or flavor-
Because,
The pain...
It’s distracting.
© Lauren D., Pembroke, MA
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Just some random thoughts of mine in a poem form