To call you a dude,
Would seem so crude,
So I say to you lady,
What would rhyme with that but A.D.
You say I have mad talent,
I say the words from my mind were lent,
But better yet,
I always seem to forget,
What I wrote last,
Its gone like the past,
And everything comes anew,
Far and in between but few,
The time I come to a dead end,
And I'm left to find what words to bend,
For what doesn't rhyme,
Hasn't committed a crime,
Its just an invitation;
For my utmost intervention...
(01/25/2006)
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