What rhymes with me
is licorice tea,
medjool dates and sweet peas
with sunflower seeds,
organic veggies,
fruit from trees
and the sea,
the thick sticky wares of the busy buzzing bees.
What rhymes with me
is the nick in my knee,
the scar I can see
and the cost to be free,
sharp whips of breeze
that kick up my debris
the sick tricky curse of my big bad budding disease.
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