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To those that would teach poetry (Free verse) by INTRANSIT
I'm sorry teacher,
To push me through a poem,
To force me to write
Is to hold a pistol,
Its cold, relieving,
barrelled end
against my temple
That I would forge you a sword
to be used against me later,
And I say this:
Hold your flint-lock firmly
and let fly.
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Arithmetic Mean: 6.4
Weighted score: 5.166884
Overall Rank: 5010
Posted: January 23, 2004 1:19 PM PST; Last modified: March 10, 2005 12:13 PM PST
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A real archers bowfinger to conformity.