There once was a city devoted to the rose
The people all put a flower to their nose
They chant more than sing
And they don’t have a king
But by midnight it’s where every slacker goes.
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About Me
- Drew
- I am a writer working on various short and long fiction pieces. This blog is a daily hobby, in which I normally rhyme quite a bit. Please read more about the history and purpose of Daily Rhymes here: http://dailyrhymesofthetimes.blogspot.com/2010/08/about-daily-rhymes-of-times.html
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