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education (Free verse) by richa she had set out to the highlands,
a sun hour north
pitching her shack with a honed
precision
taut as her purpose, to pick from
the skins of bark
and weasel her supper and learn
a little
about the cold and a hunger, well
she learnt
all the relevant dates have since
been filled in
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Posted: July 22, 2003 9:11 AM PDT; Last modified: July 22, 2003 9:11 AM PDTWeighted score: 7.02447 Overall Rank: 54 Comments:
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Mr Pig @ 195.92.168.164
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22-Jul-03/11:18 AM
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Wonderfully versed and the 3rd line is sheer perfection.
Who gave me 4 for this? the same who gave five for my other.... and then ran away?
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Superb, compressed, poignant.
As usual, your images and language are striking and original, but this seems ambiguous to me. I don't get the ending.
usually I have a story in mind keeping it invisible and building up images around it.
This one is about a girl who had left home. With little preparation she set out for the highlands. She was found dead with a note asking for food if anyone found her. The relevant dates bit refers to how following her death the inquest attempted to fill in the details of what little we know of her 297 view(s)
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