When I lived in Palestine
I tripped and twisted out my spine
some locals thought it fun to rhyme
but they added too much extra time
I rhymed and rhymed until moonshine
and boy did they all look fine
someone handed me a lime
and I had to hang out and dry that line
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Poetry
PoetryA random assortment of rhymes and poems that i make up about life and anything in general.
