All Of The Time

Sometimes I sit and wonder
where I actually did come from.
There are days when my intuition
tells me something to write
and a friend tells me
that is exactly what happened to them.
Once could be called a coincidence,
but what do you call it
when it happens time after time?
It is more than a coincidence
when it happens more than one time.
Have I got some power
to unconscientiously read people’s minds
from a long way away?
I don’t really know,
only I keeps happening
to me all of the time.

24 January 2008

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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