National Poetry Day

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THAT WAS GREATtt

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ok my shot

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"Hell be scorned like a child bewitched

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Sees only lands of tidal skin

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Who hath beholden a name so dear

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as to find the late with bone and twine?

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Her name was that of chorus faith

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A rolling mass of grass and heath

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Upon which a child bewitched gapes

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Untold time upon untold times

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OK NOW YOUR SHOT AGAIN!