"Thoughts"  by Tracee

 

If thoughts could travel where would they go?

Do you think there's an island with passport control?

Where the fun ones are here,

and the bad ones are there, the mad and the naughty ones are hanging with mayhem

artistic creations are hogging the sunchair

the sporty ones flirt with  caribbean flair

Trillions of thoughts all over the globe

from each different mind, their one of a kind,

in foreign type languages it all works the same

international harmony, no passport no gain,      all equal to reign.

 

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