Challenge
Write a piece with exactly 100 syllables.*
*Bonus points if every tenth syllable rhymes.
Thoughts
Leaves me confused, to the core of my brain
The same thing said, repeating a refrain
I try to expel it, but all to vain
It results in stress, puts me under strain
Oh, stop this dripping of thoughts, like slow rain
Remind me rather of things of some gain
Like times spent in the fields of gold, of grain
Running beside the huffing, puffing train
Lying still, thinking of fiends to be slain
But, no, don't remind me of all the pain
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