Rhymes Poem by Julia Pickard
Rhymes
Quarters, quarters, quarters, dimes
I can't think of anything that rhymes
All throughout the day I play
And at night I just lay
And try to think of rhymes to say
When I stop and think to rhyme
Nothing comes at that time
WAIT!
Have I been making rhymes
This whole time?
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: rhyme
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