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Rhymes
Roger Belton |
No matter how hard I try to stop,
These rhymes out of my head still pop.
Though I resist with a groan & strain,
Silly rhymes still pour from my old brain.
"A way to end it!" is the anguished plea
Of all the folks who contend with me.
But, alas, to one and all I'll say,
There's just no stopping me this day!
While good or bad, still, rhymes they be;
And in rhyming I've found my destiny.
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