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Trimendous Rhyme Skills

I’m out to reel in the limelight as I rhyme tight with sublime might, filling each line each time without decline as I climb to a blinding height, a magical skill of a mastermind shining bright with dynamite scaling up til miniscule and out of sight, this is a mystical tale of frightless fight to feisty flight. Before this I lived in the shadows, born to be worn hopeless like a saddo, wearing a beard in bed buried in a burrow, each today, each yesterday and each tomorrow. I was stuck in a bubble contaminated by sorrow, self destructive in trouble encapsulated and narrow, under impact I stumbled collapsed and fell low, fractured and crumbled to be an isolated fellow. I was falling at speeds that feed friction, ingredients fire needs in ignition, sparked into a fireball in free fall, and out darted a need for survival, these incidents the mind's designed for, in a spiral my instincts went primal. I went from deprived of a drive that life should provide, to the arrival of survive with no thought to thrive. Admittedly a little bit of me could see I had an ability that was missing ambition to mission so it lived submissively in submission. I started to mine my mind and be mindful, dug up strength deemed unfindable. As I exposed my core a force sped forth, a desire to war poured forward to dwarf what rivals and install a sure feel of reward, after I stop this soaring fall to the floor. Apply my whole mind to try and stop this nose dive of a fireball in the sky, if I couldn’t fly I’d glide until control was verified and my wings opened wide. Dashing out the ashes the Phoenix Rise, detached from what crashes into land from the skies, I’m out of this world, The Phoenix Lights, a marvellous presence with presents for eyes. I’m Nick Trim they called me a thicky, I seemed dim they took the mickey, they made me look silly, it wasn’t tricky, but I learnt tricks at risk conflict me. Now I’m the trickster that’s off the Rictar, flicking the switch to be the victor. I'm Nicholas Trim and I'm stupendous, the way I rhyme is just Trimendous. What a fabulous way to end this, read my poems and recommend us.

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