The author looms above his page and thinks it strange that at his age
he can not find the proper words to describe his only world.
One would think that in a life where no two snowflakes are alike
one would have a brilliant rhyme for each and every bit of time.
(from Clutch: 'The elephant riders' one of the great lost albums of the 90's- check it)
What kind of rhyme is that Pete?
2 comments:
Textbook slanted cuplets, but missing a ceasaria.
You guys are nerds. And way too smart for me.
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