Consequences!
Why is it a crime
To take two steps at a time?
When memories we mime
Are shaped after a dime.
Who rewinds the chime
To revive our prime?
When droplets of sunshine in rime
Could melt the sweat and grime
Where now, if in these hearts lie no beauty sublime
…what goes around soon comes all the way to rhyme.
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