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Scribbling through the paper,
Trying to make rhymes.
My pen glides across the parchment,
Trying to write down what I feel.

This poem has no rhymes,
'Cause I'm doing it all the time.
Well that rhymed, I guess,
I still have a few rhymes up my sleeve.

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