The Flower Tower

(or The Tower of Babbling, whichever you like best)

I spy with my little eye

A tower like a flower,

made with love and not for power

It won't crumble, Heaven knows

that this here tower

upward grows.

It grows and grows

and only stops

when your poor head

runs dry of thoughts.

So I say to you

for one more time

Let loose your sillies

And make them rhyme.

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