My creative style would always rhyme,
From bold to cold, time after time,
In poetic verse, there is no crime,
In which each stanza forms this rhyme,
It forms a narrative, that's clearly mine,
Do I like order, is this the sign?
For regularity my heart doth pine?
My poems form 'round rhythmic twine,
I'd better stop, I've reached line nine.

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