So many thoughts,
Bubbling out of my head,
To the tip of my fingers,
Straight to my keyboard,
What do I write on?
Shoes or suits,
Love or hate,
Friends or foes,
Am on a confusion mode,
Air pollution is a good subject,
Perhaps prostitution,
Or our new constitution
Senryu or haiku is much better,
But Frieda my friend does it so well,
Rita the teacher on homophones and well the something in her house,
Jack the other name of amorousness as evening takes his hand,
I think I have a new idea to write on,
The ants that devour my plants…
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