I love when poems rhyme
It reminds me of a better time
I was young, the world was bright
Playing house, telling moons goodnight
But as I grew, the world grew too
They said, "Out with the old, and in with the new"
Crayon to pencil, pencil to pen
Seuss to Poe to Dickinson
From protesting naps to pleading for sleep
From enjoying books to analyzing
I said once, "I love the rhymes"
But those rhymes faded with the times
So, tell me, does the glee fade too?

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