at times I burn the cinderblock
to rhyme or mime a nice pile of burnt cinder
as shavings I keep in a sack 'n' lock
the cinder from smoke
that rose from a cinder burner
dinder inder the rapture turner
at times I burn the cinder shavings
to rhyme or mime a nice pile of anythings
as savings I would entreat in a sack 'n' lock
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