The Tree of Poetry

June 2, 2009
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I’m sitting in a tree,
Trying to write poetry,

I look really dumb,
Because I’m looking at my thumb,

I have a dime,
But it doesn’t help me rhyme,

Goes the clock,

I’m running out of space,
So I’ll say it to your face,

I’m getting out of this tree,
Because I’m done with poetry.

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