Pocketful of Poetry by Mindy Gledhill
Ever had too many ideas to even sort through them all? There, deep in my mind, ideas lay, unsorted in a messy pile. Like scribbled notes that were left alone for years, written in all colors of inks. Torn papers, sticky notes and notebook paper; fill up a mind of ideas. As I try and sort through them I see a piece of torn old notepaper, ink covering every inch of the paper. Purple letters canvas what looks like scribbled garbage. Putting the paper down, I stare down at a myriad of thoughts.
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