Like in a
Bob Dylan song,
one can
force a little rhyme.
If one
thinks that’s just too strong,
too jarring
to one’s senses,
in the
manner of Mr. Armstrong,
one might
scat a Louis lyric,
perhaps a
harmonica to play along,
madly
prepping for some prime time.
Or maybe it’s
just wrong.
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