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To those that would teach poetry (Free verse) by INTRANSIT

I'm sorry teacher, To push me through a poem, To force me to write Is to hold a pistol, Its cold, relieving, barrelled end against my temple That I would forge you a sword to be used against me later, And I say this: Hold your flint-lock firmly and let fly.

INTRANSIT 13-Mar-05/5:27 AM
Bingo. Someday I'll get the whole anthropomorphism thing. Thanks.




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