Rhyme, rhythm, meter.
I don’t know what that means.
I know words.
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I found this grand thing.
In the gutter, down the street.
It sparkled and purred and sang and nibbled.
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You sat down; your leg brushed against mine.
It stayed there and I stopped breathing.
You grew stiff, and I knew you were thinking the same thing.
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I felt the sun on my shoulders;
it was a warm day for December.
A warm year.
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