Rhymes Giving

When it becomes time to Rhyme,
My Eyes start to shine,
And my Soul now given away,

With my only good intentions,
To rest my aching Tensions,
To fill a new heart with Joy,

New given pencil,
And a piece of Paper,
The surprise of the day,
Listening for advice,
Through a pat on paper,
With the gifts you received today,

With your newfound rhythm,
The Rhymes are given,
And these sweet sounds drift you away.





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