You think I live, here,
In this home so disordered,
You are mistaken,
I live among merry words,
Thoughts, beliefs, dreams, in my mind.
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Not writing for me,
Today, I write for those dreams,
Every person holds
Where freedom stretches beyond
Now to become forever.
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Just playing with language, which is my favorite object and my fondest playground. If you find yourself with time to fill, you may not feel it ill to spend some moments tasting words and discovering how to mix them. It does not take the highest skill, nor need in-depth instruction, just put your mind in gear and drive it past distraction.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Haphazard Creative 