Matter under mind
Mind over matter.
Matter, mutter, mother.
Mother always muttered
about the birds and the bees.
Knees.
The bees' knees-
Have they any?
Back to the subject of discussion.
The matter.
''What's the matter?''
A voice of familiar sound rang through her ears,
Quickly she glanced up at her mother
And muttered a few sullen words.
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