A wind came along hurling words in my mind,
now I’m drumming the pen on the paper.
Scared of what now may leak if I get it all out,
so I get up and out and I run.
A wind came along hurling words in my mind,
now I’m drumming the pen on the paper.
Scared of what now may leak if I get it all out,
so I get up and out and I run.
Little Pocket Journal 
Don’t run,
It’s fun,
Let the ink flow,
Let the images show,
Let the words dance,
They might entertain a dying soul…
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