DITTY LOVE

Inside my head– a poem– a song.
Sometimes they're short; sometimes quite long. 
These ditties come and must be shared.
A ditty here– a ditty there.
They do the things that ditties do–
They make us laugh; they make us blue.
I jot them on the go a lot,
Pull off the road – write down that thought. 
I fear I've caught a ditty bug.
The tell-tale sign?  Pure ditty love! 

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