No need to remind me since i know i am not a poet
But then so few are worthy of literary note
It is something you've often heard me say before
That i rhyme for enjoyment and little else more
So good to be living on such a nice day
The birds chirp and sing in the park by the bay
The sun out and shining a gentle Spring breeze
A forecast high for the day of twenty one degrees
The birds known to many as the magpie lark
Are singing pee wee in the sunlit town park
In early October near the prime of the Spring
The nesting song birds chirp and whistle and sing
And though my worth as a rhymer i always do doubt
Never shortage of things for me to rhyme about.
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