I Write
I'm not that great of a poet
I admit that I know it
My rhymes can be quite cheesey
The silly flow makes even me queasy
Even so I still like to right
Of my limited vocabulary, in spite
So whenever I get hit with a muse
I search for a pencil and paper to use
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