I get asked what I'm writing about
I reply "don't know yet"
Ideas will tumble out
As words & letters waiting to be set
It takes time to lay them out.
My mind is just a little mysterious
But it's never tedious
There's no real pattern
It'll just happen
A subject will be chosen
The result - just a little poem
©Kris Prevel
Jan. 2014
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