My heart is always full it seams though I spill it every day,
I spill it now upon this page as I scribble words away.
I write deep words of wisdom and those of laughter too
but every time I hold me pen – out comes something new.
The words come as I scribble and combine to make a scene
and take the form of something new; a thing that’s never been.
And sitting here with pen and ink I build sandcastles on high,
then I give them wings so they can raise their story to the sky.
Hello cruel world, I’m here to join this circus.
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