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The Nets Are Down
Without rhyme,
the words fade into the mist
Without rhyme,
the verse so begotten
Without rhyme,
all passages blow with the wind
Without rhyme
-so quickly forgotten
(Villanova University: January, 2020)
“Without rhyme, it's like playing tennis without a net.”
Robert Frost
the words fade into the mist
Without rhyme,
the verse so begotten
Without rhyme,
all passages blow with the wind
Without rhyme
-so quickly forgotten
(Villanova University: January, 2020)
“Without rhyme, it's like playing tennis without a net.”
Robert Frost
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The Nets Are Down
The Nets Are Down