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Inner-city parish (Free verse) by richa
The terraces line the road like bricks. Eighteen feet high and gunmetal grey dug into the earth like shrapnell shells. Two blocks and a field away bells of a church, and later the vicar between his first and second sermon will bless with bread and communion wine his flock with ever increasing speed. It has become a measure of his belief.

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Arithmetic Mean: 7.785714
Weighted score: 7.0365205
Overall Rank: 42
Posted: September 18, 2003 5:07 AM PDT; Last modified: September 18, 2003 7:07 AM PDT
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[8] Mona Lisa @ 62.105.119.105 | 18-Sep-03/7:36 AM | Reply
Nice to see a continuation of the church theme you write so enigmatically about.
[9] <~> @ 167.206.181.179 | 18-Sep-03/8:53 AM | Reply
nice job.
[10] god'swife @ 67.73.32.155 | 18-Sep-03/10:57 AM | Reply
This is great! Anyone who wants to understand how image imparts meaning, and the emotion the poet is trying to express, should take a look at this poem. You stay right with the metaphor throughout, well done.
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