Rhyme is no must.
Books in bookcase
just gather dust
and take up space.
No good for lungs,
especially with my allergy,
fill them with bungs,
no mortality's.
I'll survive longer than most
This is my sincere hope
We drink a toast
and we might cope.
Ghosts come and go
as they please
they tend to grow
feeling totally at ease.
I still rhyme as this was required,
for the contest I missed
and most admired
on the biggest list.
I must change the artwork
as it is not a proper match
I don't mean fire works,
but quite a good catch.
So rhyme is a must in this poem
I explained that loud and clear.
Whole and not broken
Do you truly hear?
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