My Thoughts, Your Knots

Treasure full of pots,  

Where ghosts tread, angels dread.  

Rumblings of nonsense,  

Grumblings of wise counsel.  

Sea full of trees,  

Forest full of shores,  

Deserts screaming, my head is beating.  

My heart on a spree of adventure,  

No need for dentures,  

Sheep have enough pastures.

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