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There’s a rhythm in your heartbeat
    And a rhythm in your walk.
There’s throbbing in your pulse-beat
    And a *cadence in your talk.

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But is there metre in your poetry
    And tempo in your song?
Do your fingers click to music
   To assist your day along?

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Hear the steady clippy-clopping
    Of the horses in the lane,
And the gentle rat-a-tatting
    Of the patter of the rain.

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Hear the gentle tippy-tapping
   Of my fingers on these keys
For I'm writing you some poetry 
    And trying hard to please.

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My telephone is ringing
    With its rhythmic ringing tone,
So I'll stop this tippy-tapping
    And must hurry to my phone!

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Copyright on all my poems

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