I have to find the
time to write this
rhyme and give
it a beat but it's
no small feat when
I'm carving meat
for dinner I could
be thinner than a
splinter if I hibernate
all winter but then
I'd miss all this and
wish I hadn't pissed
away my time trying
to find a rhyme for
rhyme when my dime's
not worth a penny there
isn't any sense in many
of the poems I pen but
what the hell it's just
as well for me to tell
you I fell long
before you came here
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