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Nothing Really Rhymes, Yet It’s A Song



I am good and I am bad,
I am right and I am wrong,
Nothing really rhymes, yet it’s a song.

Jagged it is and it’s all a part of me,
Yet it's only the good you see,
But then you see only what I wish to show,
Nothing really rhymes, yet it’s a song.

My eyes see what I wish to see,
But my mind visualizes the extreme,
When I speak, I speak my mind,
But I Wish it was the words beating in my heart,
Nothing really rhymes, yet it’s a song.

_VJ says ~ Cheers and Peace

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