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Pledge (Ode) by D. $ Fontera I swear I'll follow
You to failure
To the fathoms
Of the fire
Drink the draught
Of sanguine sop
To stay the flavor
Of the sea
I will wrong
Myself to wonder
What I shall
Reserve to know
So too to drag
The often beggar
Like his strife
In yours compared
A motley carriage
Carries me
What shall be writ
To strike a string
Things to things
And all to not
Your broken heart
Invites unrest
Up the ladder:
Inoperative Head Mechanism
Down the ladder:
A terzanelle on the subject of the moment
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Posted: December 19, 2005 8:38 PM PST; Last modified: December 19, 2005 8:38 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.0 Overall Rank: 7763 Comments:
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crazyknight @ 202.56.231.116
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20-Dec-05/10:07 AM
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failure
Verses 1 and 2 set it off very nicely. Then it muddles into something apparently important to you, but not very understandable as written.
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