none of your
poems rhyme
she says while
slowly licking
an icecream cone
and sitting back
on a hill of
marshmallow
pillows on the
white sheets
of my bed. i'd like
it better if you
tried once in
awhile to rhyme
a few words. just
give it a shot,
i'd like it alot.
that's when i kiss
her and say okay.
maybe i will, if it
gives you a thrill.
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