rhymeguy Posted May 26, 2009 Share Posted May 26, 2009 Just a rhyme or two real quick thrown at the wall See if it sticks. If it’s done, or so they say, it sticks like red to Georgia clay. Doesn’t matter if it makes sense; for good or ill no consequence. Oh dear reader best beware Secrete meaning’s hidden there. If you search it you may find what is really on my mind. Fret and furrow of the brow, dig up the truth with mental plow Rhyme is descent; rhythm fair; but what else is hidden there? I could tell you but that’s no fun. Just let me know when you are done. One last verse to say farewell and let you know I’ll never tell. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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