I must admit
I have the curse
Of wanting to talk
In eternal verse
I spend a vast amount of time
Searching for
The appropriate rhyme
At least it gives me
Something to say
Something to do
On a rainy day
When all outside
Is depressing and blue
At least I can’t say
I have nothing to do
It's something to stop
Life becoming mundane
Something to keep
Me from going insane.
Uh-oh.
Too late.
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