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I now delight In spite Of the might And the right Of classic tradition, In writing And reciting Straight ahead, Without let or omission, Just any little rhyme In any little time That runs in my head; Because, I've said, My rhymes no longer shall stand arrayed Like Prussian soldiers on parade That march, Stiff as starch, Foot to foot, Boot to boot, Blade to blade, Button to button, Cheeks and chops and chins like mutton.

No! No! My rhymes must go Turn 'ee, twist 'ee, Twinkling, frosty, Will-o'-the-wisp-like, misty;

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Stiff as starch, Foot to foot, Boot to boot, Blade to blade, Button to button, Cheeks and chops and chins like mutton. No! No! My rhymes must go Turn 'ee, twist 'ee, I now delight In spite Of the might And the right Of classic tradition, In writing And reciting Straight ahead, Without let or omission, Just any little rhyme In any little time That runs in my head; Because, I've said, My rhymes no longer shall stand arrayed Like Prussian soldiers on parade

That march, Stiff as starch, Foot to foot, Boot to boot, Blade to blade, Button to button, Cheeks and chops and chins like mutton. No! No! My rhymes must go Turn 'ee, twist 'ee, Twinkling, frosty, Will-o'-the-wisp-like, misty;

"An Ode to Coffee" by Kelly Roper Beautiful brown liquid steaming in my cup, Becoming a muddy river as I stir in the cream. The aroma that gives me courage, The flavor that tastes like hope for a better day, And the energy that renews my will to live. Tomorrow morning we'll do it all again my friend. I now delight In spite Of the might And the right

Of classic tradition, In writing And reciting Straight ahead, Without let or omission, Just any little rhyme In any little time That runs in my head; Because, I've said, My rhymes no longer shall stand arrayed Like Prussian soldiers on parade That march, Stiff as starch, Foot to foot, Boot to boot, Blade to blade, Button to button, Cheeks and chops and chins like mutton. No! No! My rhymes must go Turn 'ee, twist 'ee, Twinkling, frosty, Will-o'-the-wisp-like, misty;

"An Ode to Coffee" by Kelly Roper Beautiful brown liquid steaming in my cup, Becoming a muddy river as I stir in the cream. The aroma that gives me courage, The flavor that tastes like hope for a better day, And the energy that renews my will to live. Tomorrow morning we'll do it all again my friend.

Twinkling, frosty, Will-o'-the-wisp-like, misty;

"An Ode to Coffee" by Kelly Roper Beautiful brown liquid steaming in my cup, Becoming a muddy river as I stir in the cream. The aroma that gives me courage, The flavor that tastes like hope for a better day, And the energy that renews my will to live. Tomorrow morning we'll do it all again my friend. I now delight In spite Of the might And the right Of classic tradition, In writing

And reciting Straight ahead, Without let or omission, Just any little rhyme In any little time That runs in my head; Because, I've said, My rhymes no longer shall stand arrayed Like Prussian soldiers on parade That march, Stiff as starch, Foot to foot, Boot to boot, Blade to blade, Button to button, Cheeks and chops and chins like mutton. No! No! My rhymes must go Turn 'ee, twist 'ee, Twinkling, frosty, Will-o'-the-wisp-like, misty;

"An Ode to Coffee" by Kelly Roper Beautiful brown liquid steaming in my cup,

Becoming a muddy river as I stir in the cream. The aroma that gives me courage, The flavor that tastes like hope for a better day, And the energy that renews my will to live. Tomorrow morning we'll do it all again my friend. g in my cup, Becoming a muddy river as I stir in the cream. The aroma that gives me courage, The flavor that tastes like hope for a better day, And the energy that renews my will to live. Tomorrow morning we'll do it all again my friend.

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