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fromg thuh step fromg
mine cabin
'tiz true
i'm weak
i spy'd 'to mine
left
sweeet
purply shadez uv
orchidz
'to my right
mine spy
i mean
hear
naykid trrriplettes
frolic'n
all'lup in mine wet (creek)
did i mention
naykid
Where the hail crests the sunlight by the hill on which we laid
Though the bedding were not empty as the rocks did fight away
In the confounds of our memories too soon pass ways galore
Love then dines as faiths are born to the measure of one’s hearts true implore
Then the captives of the waves sang loudly as a choir
Till the sodden depths remained the same
still titles were yet held within the unquenched flame
Bore the night the sparkling sky for the darkened purply never rests
As the widow of a King bore all that she had torn
Combing hill after dale for the goodness is there born
See thine self for thyself in truth before wisdom is saddled upon the shelf
Shalden…
No words completely rhyme with orange:
no orange fringe, no orange hinge,
no lozenge, no syringe, no twinge, no whinge – no nothing!
No words completely rhyme with orange.
Porridge isn’t orange; but, there is an Orange Province.
An orange stoppage - should be red!
Incorrigible orange!
The rhymes I’ve tried are negligible, barely sensible.
Horrid orange!
Purple is no better.
There are purple turtles, slurping, burping,
and purple pebbles, purple burbles:
all sorts of purply, chirpy, twerpy sounds,
but, no words rhyme with purple.
Silver is another colour which hasn’t got a twinning brother.
There are silver rivers, silver shivers, silver slivers, silver sisters;
but, there are no silver dilver milver pilvers,
and if there were, they’d smell like fish.
I actually prefer the almost-chimes of assonance,
the vowels that that twine with consonants,
without the over-confidence of lar-dee-dar-dee rhymes.
She’s the garden girl.
A precious rainbow
in the night.
Painting with crystal water,
she brings the forest light.
For nature is her canvas.
She brings out every hue.
If you’re walking
through the forest,
she’ll shine her light on you.
She’s purply pink passion,
reds and yellows too.
The moon
bestowed its magic,
shading her dark blue.
She languishes
in the darkness,
as she giggles
with such glee.
No one knows her name.
She’s a pretty mystery.
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