I have a word in my pocket,
Joggling my mind, filling my empty shoes.
Don’t be too quick to rectify a word,
The brain teases you along.
I had to use a tacky glue to bring cohesion to my mind,
Indolently lazy, I surf the pages of my dictionary,
Proofing my new words, giggling when I find obscurity.
Enthralled with words my life passes my reflection
In an uncanny reflection of my mother.
Some might wish to know whether my dreams are real,
But I just dance the moments I have,
Swayed by laughter and good friends.
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Ann WJ White 
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Love this 🙂
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Ann, I really like your writing! Keep up the good work.
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I shared this poem of yours on my G+ account. Thank you for such beautiful poem Ann. 🙂
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Thank you.
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You are most welcome 🙂
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hey. i liked it. it is indeed captivating enough to capture my mind.. 🙂
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Love it.
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Loved your post…
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I love the abstract mingled with the concrete. Lovely poem.
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love it truly
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Enchanted
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So lovely:)
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