Non-Erotic PoetryOld MindOld minds sitting idle
conjure up many thoughts.
Bitter Grumblings
with a rotten core,
fester in dark corners,
grow like creepers in a garden.
twisting and choking and starving,
the good thoughts dead, hmph.
Good.
Old minds sitting idle,
up to no good.
A young man sitting idle,
watching marbles roll away.
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