The spots I choose to have chosen for thoughts,
these little places I call my thinking spots.
At a moments notice they spring to be,
other times I'm in my own privacy.
Don't disturb me while I'm thinking alone,
my thought process don't crumb the stones,
don't take apart the pyramided arch,
don't halt my armies forward march.
Just leave me to my deepened thoughts,
when found alone in my thinking spots.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: An old one. Couldn't get a fresh one out today.
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