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In Her Head
It is said
She lives
In her head,
That in itself
Isn’t strange
For we all have
A main residence
There,
But it’s the comings
And goings that are up
In the air,
For we can’t see
The door or hear
The conversations
Going on deep inside,
Things that hide
So well you can’t
Really tell if they’re
Friend or foe,
And it gets alarming
When she becomes very
Charming and is giddily
Giving her prized possessions
Away.
Stephen Nesbitt©
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