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A rictameter poem I wrote when I should really have been doing other things... |
Wake up The day has come Arise and be merry For the night cannot hold you now The light is yours to chase away the shadows Drink deep your eyes exquisite joy Before dark blinds draw closed And night returns Wake up Note: Rictameter; syllabic structure - 2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 8, 6, 4, 2 |