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Time by time
I try to think
of a rhyme...
I want to by a
lime.
But all I have
is a dime...
I pretend to be blind.
Is that
such a crime??
All of sudden I see
the coppers running
after me..
so I jump inside
a vine..

Pamela,Ruben,and I wrote this poem Saturday.. We were bored,so we kept ourselves occupied..