Spearmint
Inhale these scents that fill the air: The sweetest perfume, fresh and flair. It clears my head with gentle care, And strips me down to bones so bare. The naked soul before you here, Will rise so high without any fear. Each climb a thought will disappear, Until my mind is blank and clear. So please, don't loose your gum, my dear!
An exercise in iambic tetrameterical rhyming. Copyright © 1999, Stefan Sinnige |
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