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Thoughts Mostly

Go catch fish,
To bait and then switch,
Chin up now,
Don't get lost in the ditch.
 
Beautiful music,
Healing everyone's beat up body,
Does the butterfly know,
Which way to the party?
 
And in my honest opinion,
Good words are told by mouth,
They're coming from within,
And then going to without.
 
But words are just all thoughts,
And not feelings held inside,
But when these are converted,
People will always then confide.
 
What's in a mere phrase?
That I can put across?
Will anyone really listen?
Or will my time be lost?
 
My mind is my deep ocean,
A clear, blue water sphere,
I'm spending all my days,
With those that appear.
 



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