I'll write a rhyme you can recite by rote

It'd better be good to receive your vote

"It's a load of tripe!" I hear you call

But I don't care I'm standing tall

My simple soul to all I bare

Even though you stand and stare


I'm hoping that its not too late

Please be kind enough to rate

Be certain that you do not bolt

Be sure that you don't miss the boat........

I'm sure you like this quite alot :)

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