Originally Posted by
Shizara
Why, cathidaw I believe you've got
Lines of rhymes; You need to jot.
Sketches from your mind; A lot!
Pen in hand? Keys! ; Press the spot!
Dream away; Sail your yacht
Within your heart the words you'll spot,
Note them now lest you say "I forgot".
Essential oil, like the Bergamot
Keeps the wheels of life oiled; Does it not?
Like a babe that sleeps in a cosy cot;
Words can be warm, but become too hot,
Temper the heat with wisdom you've got
Seasoned, as it were; Believe it..... or not.
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