my brain it opens words fall out


I can't believe what I write sometimes.

I often think they’re silly rhymes

My brain it opens, words fall out

Words my brain can do without


It keeps me up til late at night

Writing rhymes it feels just right

Until I’m dozing off to sleep

And dreaming rhyming words to keep


Until tomorrow when words appear

Upon the page, it’s pretty clear

That I can write til morning time

These words that sing and dance and rhyme



 

 
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