I have this problem,
Can you see?
I can't stop writing
Poetry.
Which, you may think
Is not so bad,
But its driving me
Slowly mad.
When I write now,
Every time,
I have the urge
To make things rhyme.
It's becoming
A real stress,
To make the lines rhyme,
More or less.
Oh well,
I guess I'll just give in.
I'm lucky rhyming
Is no sin!
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