Of all your poems, I like this one the best,
Not to say the others are any less
But your metre and rhyme flows
As from line-to-line the thoughts go.
Sometimes the words don't have to fit
To carry on the thought a bit,
It's like music in a special way,
As you practice the scale night and day.
Your riddle seems to me to be,
A heart that pounds up and down in rythym can't you see,
But perhaps, it's something else because,
You've hidden the clues according to poetry's laws.
I'll save the poem for another day
And see if it has something else to say.
Till then you have written a puzzle
That far exceeds the reader's noodle.
s
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Of all your poems, I like this one the best, Not to say the others are any less But your metre and rhyme flows As from line-to-line the thoughts go. Sometimes the words don't have to fit To carry on the thought a bit, It's like music in a special way, As you practice the scale night and day. Your riddle seems to me to be, A heart that pounds up and down in rythym can't you see, But perhaps, it's something else because, You've hidden the clues according to poetry's laws. I'll save the poem for another day And see if it has something else to say. Till then you have written a puzzle That far exceeds the reader's noodle. s