Poem 30.

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Poem 29

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I put my thoughts into a box

then I threw it into the sea

I had covered that box in locks

I did not want my thoughts returning to me.

My thought box went down and down.

and down and down it went

with all my thoughts that had me frown,

and fret and worry about the days I spent

Wasting my time,talent,and potential

with reckless abandon and puerile ponderings.

Splurting out things that should be confidential

and not shared during my catastrophic ponderings.

Somehow, and don’t ask me how

My thoughts escaped and are back.with me now.

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Poem 28

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Jo Jo blows their golden trumpet
and wonders how the sound will be interpreted
by the listeners.

The sound is a sad tune
that travels through the city.
It (the tune) seems to search for love and understanding
but in an anxious and trepidatious manner.

A bee stops flying and lands on the trumpet
and it (the bee) waits for a wile and then flies off.
Jo Jo continues to play.

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