Here I am again..... Wishing you were here..... Straing my brain.... Fighting the fear...
That this poem...... would make no sense... that it will come out all wrong... causing some unnecessary offense..
..So here I am wasting my time... Trying to make a rhyme.. Not worth a dime..... Just killing time....
So let me know.. what you think. While I go.... And play in the snow...
I just want you to know.. That although it make no sense... that I had a ball... writing nothing at all...
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