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A Simple Rhyme

As I pass the time,
to think of this rhyme.
My pen and paper,
become my maker.
It flows from my lips,
all the way to my finger tips,
but there is nothing new,
only you.
Joshua Adams
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
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