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The Rivers are Blue,
The Skies are Blue,
But there is no Clue;
To fix my Heart, I need a Glue.

This is my Room;
The Night is Gloom,
The Moon will Boom,
To fix my Sleep, the Dream will Bloom.

The Hair gets Spike,
I need a Mike,
Then ask a Bike,
To fix my Life, I need a Hike.

This Poem is so Dumb,
It needs a Bump,
Though I’m not a Bum,
But I Sound like a Chump,
So I’m gonna Jump.

This is no Game,
None is to Blame,
Nothing to Claim;
But I want Big Fame,
And then a Dame.

I don’t go Church,
So I need the Birch,
For me, You don’t have to Lurch,
I’m on a Search…
And You can find me with a Search…