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Driven (Sonnet) by sgrala
To the very ends of the Earth
Down to the deepest depths of the sea
Driven to be in the coldest plains in the turf
By the brightest star in which can be
From to battling foes upon a field
Both very alike in which we see way
Two scenes which we can not wield
Both wait for the very day
In which to strike another attack
People of both sides suffer greatly
While neither side can turn their backs
While they both wait patiently
For this dangerous adventure to end
So they can start to help each other mend.
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Arithmetic Mean: 3.75
Weighted score: 4.8509965
Overall Rank: 10565
Posted: November 10, 2004 5:24 AM PST; Last modified: November 10, 2004 5:24 AM PST
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A well pinched loaf of bread.