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Originally Posted by footfootfoot
That was, like, way more than two lines Casi. I'm not even sure it related thematically to what Sam put up there.
I think Sam was expecting something more like:
Having reddened the plum blossoms
The sunset attacks
Oaks and pines - chases through their rows.
Saw teeth gleaming in the fading light
woodchips, lunchpail, heading back to the truck
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That was very nice, foot. Of course I knew that this gang wouldn't stay on tack for long, but I must admit that Blake is one of my personal faves. Thanks for posting one of his poems.
OK, I'll try to rift off the master:
And I saw it was filled with graves
And tombstones where flowers should be
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds
And binding with briar my joy and desire.
Tyger, tyger burning
My eyes filled with smoke -
The loss of a bright soul.
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