Not every one can rhyme all the time.

It's burdensome, consuming and dry.

When I'm stumped, I get watery eyed.

Sit and stare like David Puddy, I try.

When that doesn't work I look to the sky.

With a little pacing in spot, and a little shot of rye.

I can deliver myself the perfect end to my very first line.

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