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.












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