Mingling Memories


Memories tickle my mind on end;

Like spiders who spin their thread;

Which gets tangled up inside my head;

And makes me weep;

When the spiders creep;

While reminding me of things I’d rather keep;

Locked up forever, buried deep.

Memories endlessly tease me;

They just won’t let me sleep;

They keep me up, enthrallingly capture me;

Til all I’m yearning is to be free…

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