The Rhymer

~~I live in Nova Scotia,
A true Mari Timer!
Poetry is what I write,
They call me, “The Rhymer”.

Rhyming is a special gift.
The words, they always flow.
From my pen onto the paper,
That is where they go.

I like the way I write.
It happens most of the time;
Every second stanza
Will always have a rhyme.

A variety of good things,
Something positive!
That is how I write
With kind words to give.

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