Here lies a riddle. Made, but not forgot...
Something here, I ponder a lot.
A how to, a possible thought.
A place that is pondered, and only a few do not.
A place where anything is wrought.
A place of solitude, a place that is sought.
Something to us that is not taught.
Something that nobody could have bought.
Inside ones head these are caught.
What is it that I ponder a lot?
Something here, I ponder a lot.
A how to, a possible thought.
A place that is pondered, and only a few do not.
A place where anything is wrought.
A place of solitude, a place that is sought.
Something to us that is not taught.
Something that nobody could have bought.
Inside ones head these are caught.
What is it that I ponder a lot?
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