flint kiln
This poem is about nothing, so don't worry.
I wrote this because I'm bored, and my mind blurry.
So with this unneeded time
I search my mind for all its rhymes.
I write this, head firm on my pillow.
And my mind having nothing to show.
So there is absolutely no reason to read
These words I've sent to your screen.
left harness
heady glade