Sometimes I take notes, then lose the paper. Sometimes the power goes out, and I lose the poem. Sometimes it just won't rhyme. But the worst, is getting up in the middle of the night with some new "earthquake" idea, putting on the lights, computer, coffee pot, printer, and everything else, then look at the paper, and forget what it was all about.
These are the poems of my treasure chest. The silly, the sad, the deep, and the true. I hope they will become a part of your treasure chest and that you may enjoy them for years to come.
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