Thinking In Rhyme
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Marilyn Lott
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What makes a mind stumble
And fumble in rhyme
It seems like it happens
Most all of the time.
It's not that I talk like that
Thank goodness it's true
But my thoughts are different
For me than for you.
Unless you, my friend
Are a poet like me
Then you understand
And see what I see.
I guess it is okay though
That much of the time
I am simply a poet
That is thinking in rhyme.
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