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The Scout (Free verse) by wilco
Virgin canvas stretched and torn;
a lonely scout upon the shore.
Arms outstretched to catch the waves
but much too deep to fill the graves.
She wanders, aimless, through the wild
and comes across a forsaken child.
The extraneous journey swiftly ends
as darkness falls and Hell descends.
Footsteps fading from the sand
as the wolves retake the land.
The child she clutches to her chest
as once again we fail the test.
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Arithmetic Mean: 7.285714
Weighted score: 5.614723
Overall Rank: 2241
Posted: September 2, 2005 5:17 PM PDT; Last modified: September 2, 2005 10:01 PM PDT
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