My mind is an elm tree,
Or cedar, or spruce,
But not like the kind
That like to produce.
My mind may or may not
Be like a tree,
But it’s an excuse for a poem.
Did you expect better from me?
(And yes, this is happening
On New Year day three).
My mind is an elm tree,
Or cedar, or spruce,
But not like the kind
That like to produce.
My mind may or may not
Be like a tree,
But it’s an excuse for a poem.
Did you expect better from me?
(And yes, this is happening
On New Year day three).
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