Jan 2016
When I can't rhyme
When I won't pick up a dime
From the slime.
When I don't get it anymore
When rhyme flies out the door
To return never more.
I dig out my trusty pen
Then look deep within
And think where I have been.
What are you talking about Stevens?
What are you doing with the leavens?
I don't know. Leave me be. Ya see?
When I won't pick up a dime
From the slime.
When I don't get it anymore
When rhyme flies out the door
To return never more.
I dig out my trusty pen
Then look deep within
And think where I have been.
What are you talking about Stevens?
What are you doing with the leavens?
I don't know. Leave me be. Ya see?
Some days I need to lose my pen.
And face the world with a grin.
Another five minutes wasted.
This is all in humor.
And face the world with a grin.
Another five minutes wasted.
This is all in humor.
(Idaho moved to Texas)
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