Chapter 20: Make Me Well

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I learned million of lessons,

These modules were in my full attention.

It turned me into an unrhythmic poet,

A brain exercise who's eating its diet.

Easy peasy lemon squeezy;

British slang taught me,

Techniques of poetry are like a food to eat,

A kind of music to find with no beat.

Assonance, consonance,

Give me a valid assurance.

Alliteration, concentration,

Cast my feelings from irritation.

Tick-tock, click the clock,

The time is running with a rock.

Cling-clang, hit the bell,

My mind is bewildered make it all well.