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A Struggle in Iambic Pantameter

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Oh! To relive those old advent'rous days.
When bears danced at night (or so I've been told),
Raising their arms to the great lofty pines,
In mock celebration of autumn's gold.
To join or to scorn them, I can't decide;
This reputation of danger holds me.
'Hind good sense I cower, pup tent and I,
Choked hard by the desire to be so free.
Today I sit with lightly powdered face,
And a room of city noise contains me.
In arrogance I race the human race
As I always have, crawling on my knees.
Memory is a man whose breaths are jewels
But I shan't ever find a friend so cruel.

 

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