Going to show you a new form of rhyme.
Blowing like the wind in the storm ride.
Growing on you, burned into my birth right.(born into)
Stowing away, then declaring itself forthright.(these rhymes through)
Towing several carriages of my words might.(what they might do)
Showing the impossible descriptions, like watching two fauns fight.
Flow, wings unseen hold my writing while dawn eats night.
Glow, everything I mean! harvested and eaten...
Like when the corn is right.
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