Wednesday, 10 February 2016


When thinking things
That inkling brings
Crowds of bells and whistling’s
Can snugly cling as lingering’s
Inside shifting groups of jinglings

Bright pearl ideas hang shimmering
To invite your mind considering
Avoiding too much dithering
Discarding pap delivering
From assurance intermingling

So when a thought bewildering
Seems strung suspended on a wing
Flashing beams of light discovering
Maybe it’s just another thing
Occurring whilst remembering

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