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Unread 09-27-2017, 07:17 AM
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THE SUNG

Being a sonnet, I've often heard it said
my day is done and there's no place for me,
that rhyme and meter in our world are dead,
and don't I know that verse can now run free?
Why would I turn to gaudy sing-song clanks
of iambs jangling like the links of chains
when I can simply ditch these shackles thanks
to modern ways? The poetry remains.

And yes, it does. I won't deny the claim.
But must I die so others can be born?
The rules are different, but the game's the same.
Wait long enough, we both will be outworn.
But when I turn to mulch, I'll dwell among
the mulch not of the spoken but the sung.
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