E: I love rhyming.
A: That's the tenth time you told me that.
E: I mean, just exactly how many times can you rhyme?
A: Ok, that's the eleventh time.
I can't stop rhyming, sometimes
One after another, in bars and lines
Words, can't get out of my mind
I need some peace, space and time
And for once stop being a mime
Feelin' sour after having lime
Doing tricks that you feel sublime
That'll be the eighteenth time
I rhyme for the nineteeth time
Well if you can't shut up then fine
-some random lines talking to zy. Don't really make sense, but I'm just tryin' to recover.
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