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Roundel without a Rhyme Scheme
Leaving the tunes ominous,
And people worth forgetting and bygone,
Looking ahead with a vision new,
With something cheerful to address.
Are the peonies really pink,
Or are my glasses with a rosy tint?
Poems don’t define,
The way you sing;
Songs of your charmand glee,
How often do we listen to,
The love behind a plea.
