Today it is
Sunday, another rhyme it must be done
I wrote one for you earlier, but the words have come undone
My head is disconnected, my mind it is confused
I made so many rhymes today, which ones have I used
I'm working hard to be original, trying to entertain
Trying not to repeat myself, lest my words become mundane
So many words, so many rhymes, the combinations infinte
But I must think of a new one, 'cause failure is just not right
My head is disconnected, my mind it is confused
I made so many rhymes today, which ones have I used
I'm working hard to be original, trying to entertain
Trying not to repeat myself, lest my words become mundane
So many words, so many rhymes, the combinations infinte
But I must think of a new one, 'cause failure is just not right
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