The Word Weaver Do you ever wonder, How thoughts flow in our minds, Scatter then meander And out into another? How sometimes when you ponder, In high res mental focus, Your brains suddenly surrender And thoughts are lost forever? Don't stand there bewildered, Mystified and confused, The answer is much easier, Simply look over your shoulder. Mumble rumble maunder, There you'll find him standing, Strumming the air with a finger, Then blowing whispers yonder. He lives to awe and to inspire, In the shadows he likes to dwell, An eloquent articulate writer Of Words the one and only Weaver.
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