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My Sun (Free verse) by T. Becquerel She,
the fusion
of my sun,
rains energy
on my world
indifferent
to her
power.
Up the ladder:
Blade
Down the ladder:
Night on the Towne
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Arithmetic Mean: 4.0
Posted: March 16, 2002 1:12 AM PST; Last modified: March 16, 2002 1:12 AM PSTWeighted score: 4.119203 Overall Rank: 13297 Comments:
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21-Jun-01/11:44 PM
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I don't get "the fusion of my sun"...
I particularly enjoyed the imagery of this poem.
It's the word "indifferent" that is throwing me off.
Uandulterated cat litter, this, I'm afraid. I hope I never see another of your poems again. 2/10.
Unadulterated cat litter, this, I'm afraid. I hope I never see another of your poems again. 2/10.
Unadulterated cat litter, this, I'm afraid. I hope I never see another of your poems again. 2/10.
Unadulterated cat litter, this, I'm afraid. I hope I never see another of your poems again. 2/10.
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