My Brain Is My Brain Poem by Peter S. Quinn

My Brain Is My Brain



My brain is my brain
With every idea new
Or using old ones again
To make it work easily too

Like a seed in deep soil
To bring up and through
Every wise notion embroil
That might someday be true

Giving weight to a thought
With its ease and its pain
Believes to it taught
Though some might be in vain...

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