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Open Form: Kyrielle The Kyrielle is a rhyming quatrain (four stanzas), in which the last line of each stanza is repeated throughout the entire poem, and each line has 8 syllables. The rhyming pattern I selected was aabB, ccbB, ddbB, eebB. ![]() Row upon row, all dress, right, dress. Calling me near, I must confess, I have no money, I feel blue, For bright red apples, clothed in goo. Voices are happy, clear and loud, My friends I see, but I'm too proud, My funds are low, no receipts due, For bright red apples, clothed in goo. Mouth watering, heart pounding need, Take a bite, it tastes great, indeed, I go forth, I'm looking, are you, For bright red apples, clothed in goo. Nothing's sweeter than candied reds, Apples so crisp, they turn all heads, Row by row, they sit calling you, For bright red apples, clothed in goo.
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