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Слушать(AI)I Feel Verse Libre
I feel Very much Like taking Its unholy perpetrators By the hair Of their heads (If they have any hair) And dragging them around A few times, And then cutting them Into small, irregular pieces And burying them In the depths of the blue sea. They are without form And void,/ Or at least The stuff they/ produce Is./ They are too lazy To hunt up rhymes; And that Is all That is the matter with them.
Composition date is unknown - the above date represents the first publication date.
Form: unrhyming!
Lucy Maud Montgomery
Lucy Maud Montgomery OBE (November 30, 1874 – April 24, 1942), published as L. M. Montgomery, was a Canadian author best known for a series of n
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