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Her Mitts (Free verse) by Nepanthe
My mitts are hermits, their land is each hand,
knitted, well fitted, bold in the cold.
A hand's haven between action,
brings warmth and satisfaction.
Comfortable within my skin,
I'll remove my mittens for my kin.
My hands may brave the Winter's groan,
for the friend without mitts of her own.
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Arithmetic Mean: 6.25
Weighted score: 5.1490035
Overall Rank: 5335
Posted: March 13, 2007 6:08 AM PDT; Last modified: March 13, 2007 2:25 PM PDT
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I felt the second paragraph was weak.
I should work on it, a punch to the colon's far too violent for a pair of soft fluffy mitts.
Thanks : )
and say 'mitts of her own'.
take out the of and the last two lines match up, 8 and 8.