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an animal popped out from the hedges and ran across the road.
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fun times
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Another assignment. Had to lift verbages from Zagajewski's To Go To Lvov in order to write our own pieces.
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Rats aren't meant for the rain,
They don't have any assets,
Like bitter coffee or chokes.
I'm well aware that I do.
Nonetheless - i'm not meant,
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Waking up
to a chorus of socks,
and offensively colored muppets,
inspires sacrilege
But once
the miasma, of sleep
and the lousy day prior,
s..
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I’m waltzing with a soulful catch twenty-two,
howling from the pulpit of my conscience.
Sweet to bitter, bitter to sweet.
Will,smothered an..
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ugh.
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Had to write an iambic pentameter for poetry class. This is my first attempt at writing a poem of any sort.
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