To write like me, you wouldn’t
And not because you shouldn’t
But probably you couldn’t
Since our brains are each unique.
You might adapt my rhyming
And possibly my timing,
Though paths you think you’re climbing
To my mind won’t let you peek.
The styles that we’ve created
Cannot be imitated,
A truth that’s been debated
Back since critics learned to speak.
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