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Colour Town (Cinquain) by Everyone Walking through Colour Town,
Down streets smelling of Chinamen,
Down streets smelling of Mexicans,
Down streets smelling of Blacks,
Down streets smelling of Jews,
I feel an unbearable ache
And wonder
Which street is yours?
Up the ladder:
the pot collected water when it hid us from the rain
Down the ladder:
The green mile
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 4.0
Posted: May 19, 2004 7:10 AM PDT; Last modified: May 19, 2004 7:10 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.2689414 Overall Rank: 13180 Comments:
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Why do you think this poem deserved a 2, rather than a 1 or 0? Was it the line "I feel an unbearable ache"?