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I can only think in rhyme,
carried along by the rhythm,
like a mountain stream,
with water rippling and dancing
over smooth rocks.
These bland flat sentences
have no music.
Poems and Reflections on Life and Happiness
I can only think in rhyme,
carried along by the rhythm,
like a mountain stream,
with water rippling and dancing
over smooth rocks.
These bland flat sentences
have no music.