Thoughts tumble through my mind; this the attempt to organize them beyond shamble and discord.
The Poem reads:
Frustration, Annoyance;
Images Dance;
A compilation stuck in my skull;
Questions Mingle, Jumble;
How to order it all;
On paper, with – nay, in – words do fall;
Words, such fickle things;
Masters of deception – Sorrow, Joy – expressed in song and sing;
Imitation of Jubilation and Pain;
or is it, Jubilation of Pain
Random Ramblings
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