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figure><p id="4c9d">Sometimes I miss the days When I knew nothing About poetry. My mind was full of Potential then, A world of infinite Possibilities. Now it is shackled By the iamb and trochee
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, Cuffed by meter, Metonymy and rhyme; Squelched by silly Alliteration, assonance, Consonance, and call-backs. When I knew nothing I could write anything And call it poetry.</p></article></body>
Sometimes I miss the days When I knew nothing About poetry. My mind was full of Potential then, A world of infinite Possibilities. Now it is shackled By the iamb and trochee, Cuffed by meter, Metonymy and rhyme; Squelched by silly Alliteration, assonance, Consonance, and call-backs. When I knew nothing I could write anything And call it poetry.
