Frightening
Doggerel
Wrong
Idea: ideophobia
She feared
ideas—good or bad.
They all,
for her, were frightening.
She hated,
too, the ones she had
In summer,
autumn, winter, spring.
So when
ideas came to her—
No matter
what the time of day—
She
slapped herself into a blur,
And all
ideas went away.
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