It may not rhyme,
   But there's little time;
      I'll have to use the words
         I find.

If I continue to search,
   And climb off my pearch,
      Apply a little research
         To find the words I use.

There must be clues;
   I have much to lose:
      My lines commonly in twos,
         When I use the wordx I find.

I should take more time
   To find words that really rhyme;
      But they're very hard to find,
         Even when I take the time.

It's a bit of a bind:
   I eat the fruit, but not the rind;
      I feel all but blind
         Even when I can't find
            The words I wish to use.

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