I let them loose, today.
Where they ever, really, mine.
The thoughts, I possessed...
When I possessed them.
they were mine?
Now are recorded, and scattered.
Scattered to the wind.
Chesterton, had his thoughts,
in the penny papers, of his day,
The London Illustrated News.
They wrapped fish in then.
They used them, like the Sears, Roebuck, Catalog,
In the outhouse,
To finish, their duty,
Now I publish, to the blog,
and facebook too?
Will my thoughts last, long.
Will I be remembered,
When gone, I am.
Still the thoughts,
I carry, and Share,
maybe you, can share,
them too.
Gilbert (G.K.) Keith Chesterton.
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I love to collect thoughts. I would love to collect some of yours, if they are mindful and respectable.