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Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Language

Often isn't sometimes,
And sometimes isn't always,
I don't get this language thing,
I'm running out of ways to say.

I'm no Shakespeare,
I'm no Dickens,
It's hard to rhyme,
I choose chicken.

Language, language, language,
But I've no other thought,
Of writing down my feelings
To make your breath get caught.

I'm no Duffy,
And I'm no Keats,
I use a dictionary to rhyme,
See? I even cheat.
Caitlin Moreby
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