Can’t keep the poems back,
The sing-song words,
They roll and turn
Inside my head.
They make me sane,
Help put a frame
‘Round jumbled thoughts
And pensive knots.
They make a fence,
Repel nonsense,
Build peaceful scenes
And help me dream.
The words are strong,
They build a bond.
They help express
Love’s fruitfulness.
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