The Thought
I was on my bed,
Staring at the wall.
I thought in my head,
As I lay on my shawl.
What is a thought?
I asked myself.
The question was caught
In myself.
What makes a thought?
Is it a plan?
Can there be a lot?
Are there any in Japan?
Thoughts are everything.
They all have a cool rhyming ring.
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