A Royal Sepia Seeps Down,
Onto a less than regal gown,
A vestige of time past let go
To collect around the lowly
Matriarchs and poor thrill seekers,
They mock the grand sounds of sneakers,
Slamming on pavement and crosswalk
While trying gently not to baulk,
To sneak along with impudence,
Feared of far more recalcitrance,
Our word for rythmn comes from greek, 'to flow',
And unfortunately also diahorrea
I am much like you
I don't get it either
I am likely much like you
I do not get it either.

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