A Writer’s Desk

A Writer’s Desk

Contents of my writer’s desk are unique
Storing my inner-thoughts and waking dreams.
My desk opens with a slight shriek and creak
Together we both think of wondrous schemes.
My children’s toys sit on top to observe,
My thoughts take flight to greater worlds afar
My desk’s loyal drawers secretly serve,
-Every story, no matter how bizarre.
I’ve a favorite of the three drawers.
Not the first or second, but last of three.
Mysterious, leading to mystic doors
Twenty thousand leagues under the deep sea,
But when I’m done, I must close the drawer
– So all the lore won’t spill onto the floor.

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