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NO PURPOSE AT ALL

I think I'll write a poem
No purpose, rhyme or reason
Winter, spring, summer, fall
Just seems to be the season

To silly be, imaginate
Not sure that that's a word
But when a poem has no why
I guess I'll be absurd

Diddle dee and diddle dum
So silly from my pen
I've run outside of nonsense
Guess that means this is the end.

LISTEN TO ME READ

This one is, well, what can I say... it's about nothing. But I still like it.

NO PURPOSE AT ALL

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