Once I had an odd dime
Upon that dime there was a lime
And on the lime there was a time
The time said 1949
Once someone saw my dime,
And they gave me a fine,
And made me walk on a line.
Then they took all they was mine.
Including that odd dime.
I was taken to a forest of pine,
And told I could not dine.
But could only eat a lime.
I was told nothing here was mine.
All because of that odd dime
With a lime
And a time
And a year of '49
I'm stuck in a line of pine.
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My Poems
RandomJust a collection of poems I've written. Some from the past, some present, and more to come in the future.
