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The Clichez Kid.

Poetry By: Desilu

looking at my poems

Submitted:Jun 8, 2012    Reads: 18    Comments: 5    Likes: 4   

Whenever I decide to write

I sit and stare at paper white

Then I begin to rhyme

Climb with mime

And slime with prime.

Not for me,lofty ideals,

mental struggles have no appeal.

I just keep rhyming

Sleep with keep

And creep with leap

And bleep with peep.

I'm just lazy,as you can see.

The Cliché Kid,that's me.


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