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First line says it all Second line says more Third line is a little different Forth line makes you sure Fifth line takes you places Sixth line has never seen Seventh line is hasty Eight line is a little obscene Ninth line grasps the tone of Eight Tenth line will make you blush Eleventh line will stop and pause Twelfth line will fall into the hush There may be a thirteenth or fourteenth or fifteenth line a sixteenth or seventeenth that might have left you blind An eighteenth line that made you yawn A nineteenth that made you smile A twentieth that made you stop reading for a while A twenty first or twenty second that commanded you go back to the start Or a twenty third and twenty forth line was what grabbed your heart The twenty fifth line undid all your beliefs The twenty six line walked down old streets The twenty seventh and twenty eighth crossed paths that were parallel The twenty ninth and thirtieth line knows stories it will never tell Yet only the first line is read the last line is the lie that forces all the other lines to just sit idly by
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Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 7:25 AM UTC
Rhythm of Poetry
First line says it all Second line says more Third line is a little different Forth line makes you sure Fifth line takes you places Sixth line has never seen Seventh line is hasty Eight line is a little obscene Ninth line grasps the tone of Eight Tenth line will make you blush Eleventh line will stop and pause Twelfth line will fall into the hush There may be a thirteenth or fourteenth or fifteenth line a sixteenth or seventeenth that might have left you blind An eighteenth line that made you yawn A nineteenth that made you smile A twentieth that made you stop reading for a while A twenty first or twenty second that commanded you go back to the start Or a twenty third and twenty forth line was what grabbed your heart The twenty fifth line undid all your beliefs The twenty six line walked down old streets The twenty seventh and twenty eighth crossed paths that were parallel The twenty ninth and thirtieth line knows stories it will never tell Yet only the first line is read the last line is the lie that forces all the other lines to just sit idly by
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Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 7:25 AM UTC
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