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Monday, September 6, 2010

Ode to Poetry Class

Oh ye of ever so thoughtful hearts
Stand here yielding your intellectual darts
And cast them violently at what we call art.

Look past the meaning and into the definition
Because mystical things are impossible to envision
Lets grab our scalpels and make an incision

Dissect the beauty from the verse
Learn the rules of style, lets all rehearse
Creating something that's been done first

Arguing over meaning in class
An average writer observes from the back, and laughs.

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