rhyme
Late at night in the dark
Is where I usually dwell,
I guess its better sitting written
Than to be scorched in hell ,
A random thought strikes
From within where my thoughts swell,
A simple thought made of rhyme
Maybe you say oh well.
My thoughts seem to ring out
Like the dry funeral bell,
So if you like what I write
A story I must tell,
If you don’t like what
I write feel free to jump into,
The ink well…………
Inkmaster
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