What's on my mind
From its depths approaching
Pinging words with glee
Words of my own understanding
That I do look up
In Dr Johnsons book
Low and behold the meaning
Was what I already took
Me from not to knowing
Gleened from my bad habit
Can't won't stop reading
Since I saw a mirical
The books am consuming
In my hopes to reproduce
So beautiful a thing
I am doing my best to deduce
A gift with no strings connecting
Given by my own gentleman monster
Set me on this path of investigating
If I could be the creater
Of such simple imaging
©wrennie
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