I've got my work cut out for me here.
I need more than one Loom for these Rhythms.
One's not enough for Constantly Stitching
or Stimming Prosody, I have my own
names. Pure Rhythm, you have me. I'm all Yours.
Well, who is to blame? A man of course, It
was a Certain Puerto Rican cutie
named Williams, Pediatric of Poemies.
Look at the Mercury Rose and the Violet
Carpet. OMG. I am Alive
no Sadness can Touch Me. I'll Sting it With
medical Treatment. I've got my Rhyming.
Whatever you Pull, there is a Pusher.
Oh Muses, Calm down, We're swerving. Focus.
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