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"Loneliness"
Accepting the state of being alone with good humor... |
| Prompt 3: Write a Rictameter Poem. Line 1 and 9 the same. No meter or rhyme necessary. Syllables: 2,4,6,8,10,8,6,4,2. Lonely: Even the clock has a tick-tocking friend. My tea kettle hums to its top. My dog has his fleas and a wagging tail No such friend may I now avail. Cold wind; he has a song! I have no one; Lonely. |