I like to write the weirdest rhymes,
the most peculiaristic kind of lines.
Where they don’t have to be all right.
They can be left, too, you will find.
And in a backwards world, you’ll see
fish swimming from tree to tree,
and birds flying beneath the waves.
Flowers that grow inside dark caves,
to never see the sunlight of a brand new day.
Where rain falls up rather than down,
from a ground made entirely of clouds,
which looks a lot like snow on the ground.
But if the world was turned inside out,
then the ground would actually be the sky,
and all the things would turn out right.
Just like they are supposed to be,
but you never can tell with dreams.
They’re always quite strange, I’d say,
but so is reality, in its own kind of way.
And as my words may come to an end,
all these thoughts will come again.
Even if they are a little out of line,
I did say that I like the weirdest rhymes.
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