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What do you call a poet that has to have all the
verses rhyme? I have written beautiful words down on
paper, leaving one with sweet lingering after thoughts.
Keeping ones attention as long as the ink kept flowing.
But ah, it did not rhyme. What must I do but go back and
make the last words in each sentence rhyme with the last
word in each sentence. I then read over my verse and find
that my beautiful thoughts have drifted off into someone
else’s misty clouds, into someone else’s sweet lush
Victorian gardens, while my words, my verse, my poem is
left on dry, hard cracked ground.
But by golly…..it all rhymes!