Last Of The RhymeA Poem by Trevor McLeodicons never living upYou'll put up a statue and say I'm a poet When all of you worship what I'll never know it And go on to rhyming what's left in the moment When statues are showing the glow of the loment And I'll be impressed when the honor is mine And the statues are tumbling for the last of the rhyme
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