The Mind a dark and dreary place,
not enhanced with time nor lace.
Though mind be filled with endless space,
for one to see would be a great disgrace.
Things floating here and there,
some go up in open flare
do not get caught in mind's near snare,
or you'll need to send up a prayer.
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Wrote this in 7th grade and I still remember some of it! It was much longer but I don't remember it all.