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Go! Go! Go!
Wheels on the ground turning round and around,
On boards, on trikes and on red motor bikes,
Take us to places we’d never have found,
Better than sitting or taking a hike,
The sun, the rain and the wind tantalize,
Walking and riding are quite unalike,
Street signs and curves wind, they do hypnotize,
A map can not show where the road does not go,
The trip is unplanned, to a stop realized.
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This should just about do it for iambic pentameter…note the rhyme scheme aba bcb cdc.
Can we go back to verse libre week?
2007-07-27
03:51:24
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TD Euwaite?
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Aye Scotty...
I have neglected your very polished posts. Not this time.
2007-07-27
04:46:07 ·
update #1