Hidden pattern*
Yea, poet unflinching play,
bray forfeit forbidding slay.
Stay scarlet beseeching. Nay,
sway pulpit performing fey.
*abca
abca
abca
abca
(and) one,two,three,one
Hidden pattern*
Yea, poet unflinching play,
bray forfeit forbidding slay.
Stay scarlet beseeching. Nay,
sway pulpit performing fey.
*abca
abca
abca
abca
(and) one,two,three,one
Hiporlacking commented on Hidden pattern*
11-15-2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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