Imagination

January 27, 2018

My imagination
Is uncontrollably strange
Stretching out
Sometimes deranged
I don’t know how
To keep it in check
And some days I worry
It’ll get me in heck
For it doesn’t know
What’s prim, proper, and pure
It says bad things
Like a sailor would
But it also shows love
To no abound
Sometimes it even
Cares for the ground!

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