This Poem

I wrote this poem

As a random collection of thoughts

Cause my brain

Was tied up in knots

And it came to me

Just write what you see

I sit in my room

Under the fan

Patterns on the ceiling

I never noticed before

I need coffee

Keeps my mind from reeling

All these words

Such a jumble

But sometimes

That’s the way

The cookie crumbles

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