A Whackadoodle Sonnet

Don't fear when new thoughts erupt.

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Have you ever noticed the smell of a 
museum? Ages past. Thoughts recorded 
in sculpture and soft wrinkles on a 
withered face. Lives the artist remembered.

Have you ever noticed the smell of  a 
library? Brilliant minds passing along
brilliant thoughts, craving one word that makes a 
difference. Turning each word into song.

Have you ever noticed the smell of  a 
theater?  Audience anxious to be 
told a great story; cast anxious for a
great night of show. Each smells similarly.

Some might call the smell old rotting things, but
I call it, “Don't fear when new thoughts erupt.”