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Timmy (Lyric) by richa
The grave digger does not talk, but
digs his small part of the churchyard.
Like a trapped mole, he re-turns sods
spade in hand and art growing sharper
as the sounds not fitting to music
filter out, like peel down a plughole.
The grave digger does not talk, but
digs his small part of the churchyard.
Like a trapped mole.
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Arithmetic Mean: 9.6
Weighted score: 5.5483336
Overall Rank: 2483
Posted: March 2, 2004 5:16 AM PST; Last modified: March 2, 2004 7:07 AM PST
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I like the cadence of this very much - for me it's the subtle rhyme with talk/part, which was worth repeating.
But what is it with Tims and holes?
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