I just can't do it
It's just not in me
Writing, un-rhymed
Placing words
On parchment, or page
Ill, or badly timed
Flinging prose
As would a hack
Or a ****** mime
I'll stay right here
And rhyme, my dear
each, and every
thyme
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 8:43 AM UTC
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