• 11:05:13 pm on September 9, 2008 | 0
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    A fun bit of doggerel in Rhymed Iambic Pentameter:


    These past few days have seen a grim return
    of something I surmised had disappeared.
    At least I thought I would learn more before
    again I volunteered (without concern)
    untreated chunks of ore, which, though sincere,
    all need a master, not a paramour.

    Okay, okay, the meter’s not so strict.
    And yes perhaps the rather rigid rhyme
    (for sure a purely arbitrary pick)
    just clouds all meaning, obvious or sublime.

    But then again is that not just the point?
    The heavens choose a blest few to anoint.


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