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A flower blossom….
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As the day….
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The sea is a playful cat….
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Stars like candles….
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He sits on the horizon….
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Her clothes were torn….
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Evening….
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Professional on land….
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She sits on the horizon….
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From a swollen earth….
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I will speak….
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Oh, Spondee…..
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Rhythm you are the pulse of every line……
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You are seen by some inversion…..
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You tumble…..
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You are sometimes natural……
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Literature that ridicules vices……
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You are the narrative poem…..
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The effect….
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You are the one…..