[Bards] Poetic Exercise #5

[Samuel E Orton]

On 03 Oct 2003 02:22:22 -0500 Ulf Gunnarsson <ulfie at cox.net> writes:
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>So... Write a riddle using nothing but trochaic feet.  

Lifts you up, and casts you down,
Deafens you without a sound,
Blinds you to the world around,
Turns you into silly clown.

Takes you high on angel wings,
Makes you want to try to sing,
To heaven and hell your heart it brings,
Caring not for lesser things.

Mothers, fathers, children fall,
To its soft, seductive call.
Yields no more than castle's wall,
Still you're glad to give your all.




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