RhymeA Poem by MaryThe girl with no past She sits by me in math class But how could you? With your foolish lost time, Never listening always Singing in rhyme But she sees you Always watching Biding her time Caught in your constant rhyme But she is gone Now and forever No longer watching, Or listening to anyone’s rhyme, You wasted her precious time. Now where is your rhyme? © 2010 MaryAuthor's Note
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