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Pictures Not WordsI sit down to write, but the words just won't come. Pictures amany flood my rattled mind. I see clearly in my mind's wandering eye: fertile fields of green,flowers of pink,and plains of golden grain overshadowed by great mountains of purple. Fishes swimming in the deep blue sea float merrily through my uneasy mind. Yet in all my picturesque thoughts still those wonderful words won't come. Donavon Scott Vinson Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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