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Post by Angie on Aug 1, 2006 21:29:15 GMT -5
I was just really bored, and though I've totally given up on poetry, I decided to try a little exercise to amuse myself. What I did was flip to random spots in the dictionary to pick eight words; I placed each word at the end of a line for the first half of each stanza and found rhymes for the other lines. I honestly didn't even know what I was going to make it about until I was halfway through the second stanza. It is always in motion, For no sooner than I fall Will it get the notion To take away it all.
Quickly it gives rise To every single tear. Problems of any size Hide what I hold dear.
It really is a pity How sadness is a cinch. I wish it weren't so witty And didn't have such a clinch.
If I walk a crooked line, My weakness does it reveal When I can't see a sign That happiness can be real.
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Post by Donald Duck on Aug 3, 2006 21:20:33 GMT -5
for a random thing this is real good
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