Okay, so here we go again
They say, it’s gonna snow again
My pen, it starts to flow again
Until it stops, you’ll know it when
Okay, I might not make much sense
They say, don’t sit upon the fence
My pen, it speaks in present tense
Until it drops, to came it whence
Okay, I may take liberties
They say, you can’t deliver these
My pen, it stings like bitter bees
Until it stops, for pretty please
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