Letting the Mind Play on a Blank Empty Page – A Whimsical Poem by Debra A. Winter

An open, worn book on a wooden table with glowing magical runes floating above it.

“Letting the Mind Play on a Blank Empty Page”

I have false teeth;

Do you see what’s underneath?

Pink gums – not soggy crumbs.

Blessed are the ones

Who believe Jesus is Christ,

Who died for our sins.

In a world of make believe,

Anything is possible:

Birds can hop, skip, and jump,

Dogs can ride a bike, and pump.

Big muscles are made of steel

They are perfect for churning butter.

It’s surprising that’s one heck of a deal.

Oh my goodness,

Don’t I have some finesse?

My page is filling up fast —

This empty page has been a blast!!

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