Rhyme or Raisins

Writing, rhyming to a rhythm

Just to make it sound

Like the way it looked on paper

When I first wrote it down

Back when it was just a vapor

Just a whisper of a song

Without a melody or rhythm

For the words to sing along

And it’s only just beginning

To become what it can be

So I’ll keep the record spinning

Until it comes to me.

The End

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