The Unintentional Poet

Is it so sublime

To lose one’s mind

Butterfield eight

And a perfect nine

I like to rhyme

Learn to count

And then keep time

Doin’ fine

Rolling down the line

Butterfield eight

And a perfect nine

How truly sublime

To lose one’s mind.

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