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A parcel which might suit United Kingdom residents more than others but you have a sweet clue wherever you live.
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Written for friend who HATES free verse with a savage ferocity and dedicated to "free-versers" everywhere (PS I am one myself sometimes!)
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A re-write of Moonlit Hill by Zero the Hero, using end line words and similar (but not identical) rhythm patterns.
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How was I to know it was going to be like this?
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we are projections not conforming, ghostly in the metasphere,
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The title demanded rhyme so I just had to do that
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All those decades ago we were told she was someone else!
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This form is known as a "blitz" poem and the shape/form can be
readily seen as you read. The poem should be read quickly -- -- almost as
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My smile at sweet "Frodo" was a warm one It started from well down my tum
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More than you can see between both you and me;
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We've all had one of "those" days - haven't we?
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Into the forest of work Moving through trees of board bodies.
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I took the potty, held it out, tiny, small, it slightly quivered -
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Boy Scouts used to promote "Hay Box" cooking - much like Dutch Ovens - but I guess they found that it sucks!
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She sat and asked for fish and chips
Her gums were salivating
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Darkening clouds gathering like smoke from burning tyres.
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Many-hued aphorisms hide reality
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Another cinquaine for fun with grovelling apologies to those who are challenged by hair loss.
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I understand that here I have produced a cinquaine--------Wow!
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An attempt to remember what it used to be like!!!!
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The option pic reminded me of the Loch Ness monster which I coupled to the proximity of politicians in Washington.
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Where were you when I needed you? I think I was asleep when I wrote this.
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St George's Day is today - maybe a day of pride and of hope.....maybe?
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pecan nuts and chips of chocolate
fondant memories for lascivious pleasings
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Sad thoughts on a nation lost to the world for centuries, undefeated by other great nations - Britain, Russia, - and sucking the life blood
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My writing group offered this daft title as "homework" for Easter. I obliged.
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We've possibly all been there
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We've probably all been there at some time
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The box was empty, a mere shell
It was no bargain, it was hell.
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