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Ash (Lyric) by horus8
There is a place, I often go
A burnt down house, outside of town
Ring of trees, scarred and bent
Laughing children, now absent
Foundation left like bones for rain
Nothing earned, and nothing gained
Mailbox tilted to face the ground
The far off bark of a Blood-hound
An Ash tree, initialed, full of crows
My heart, and hers, black with arrow.
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Arithmetic Mean: 6.769231
Weighted score: 6.2934113
Overall Rank: 887
Posted: October 28, 2004 11:57 AM PDT; Last modified: November 1, 2004 3:51 PM PST
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An ended thing an' black.
But why not "and" and "B"?