Waltzing

Strange poem I came up with while I was bored.

I was waltzing

Through the garden

But the garden

Was my mind

I saw my moth'r

I saw my fath'r

But my fath'r

Was turpentine

We danced around

And round and round

The trees and flowers

On the ground

The moon was bright

The stars were bright

The sun was shining

Underneath

As I was waltzing

Through the garden

Oh, the garden

Of my mind

Author's Note

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