While reading through William Wordsworth's Lucy Poems in school today, I noticed something odd.
It was written in Dominym form.
Which means WW went back in time and stole my idea. (Or forward in time, depending on how you look at it)
Is there no justice?
Few people realize that man has already attained immortality; it's merely been abused, forgotten, and renamed Writing. -Brian Egan
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Requiem for Rhyming
If I could write a poem
without the use of rhyme,
the things I could accomplish!
Just think of all the crime
that plagues our nation daily,
it's running in the streets.
And think of little Kaylee;
new shoes upon her feet
to help her run from bullies...
But wait, please stay a bit
there isn't rhyming up there,
three lines per stanza, twit.
without the use of rhyme,
the things I could accomplish!
Just think of all the crime
that plagues our nation daily,
it's running in the streets.
And think of little Kaylee;
new shoes upon her feet
to help her run from bullies...
But wait, please stay a bit
there isn't rhyming up there,
three lines per stanza, twit.
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