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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.

nentwined 5-Mar-09/10:37 PM
kind of funny, kind of sad, I don't remember reading it before. But perhaps it's changed enough. :) I choose that.




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