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A Rhyme?
I paint a perfect picture, in my mind.
It tells me "Cheryce", You have to unwind.
I go a hundred miles per hour
Sometimes I feel like a dying flower
Time goes so slow, and then so fast
If I could stop this time, I'd change my past
The days of yesterday, are so far behind
and this damn Poem
Doesn't Rhyme!Copyright © 1986
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