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Re: Mirror of My Mind
Hmmm...interesting. Love the second section especially. And what a sad, poignant last line! But I have to say that I'm also curious about the style. Is it a particular rhyming structure, or just free verse with some end rhymes?
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The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
-Carl Sandburg
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