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A Rhyme in Time

I wrote this line at my terminal peril
A siren drew me to this chick Beryl
Though I knew no girl of that name
It was her or Cheryl either‘s the same
The jigsaw piece dovetailed so fittingly
The need in me to rhyme unwittingly
A fix in time for my words for to dance
My compulsion suaged by concordance
I am done literarily with the belle Beryl
Purpose fulfilled now bury her I will

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