Poem -Words That Come to Mind.
By - Ross Mabey.
The words that come mind.
Flow like a river of a different kind.
Sometimes it's just a trickle,
Which can be very fickle.
At other times an avalanche,
Of concepts and ideas.
I write them down and rhyme them,
There's no way I can time them.
I can only shape them,
Into a verse of song or rhyme.
Their message is for others,
I'm just the humble
instrument of song and rhyme.
Copyright © 2007 Ross Mabey
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