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Climate change is real!

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Bringing back a piece of my childhood

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The indestructibility we feel in our youth is lost on foolish ventures. However, they make great stories and memories.

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It's a pity the last line departs from the quinquesyllabic structure of the poem.

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My thought was that since there is an odd number of end-words (i.e. five), the last line could contain only one of the end words and fewer syllables than the others. So the envoi becomes 2 1/2 lines unlike the full three lines of the sestina's envoi. Making up the rules as I go. The loss of a syllable like the loss of a life. Which is a pity.

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I know that feeling. The end of baseball season.

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5 x 5 x 5 +3 I guess the title could be "128"

Mathematical poetry & the precise beauty of constraint.

I really enjoy learning about the different forms and the way you re-invent them.

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Youth knows nothing and chances are taken to extreme invincibility with never knowing what or why or when the last breath of air is released. But when the chance is missed. A new breath is inhaled with a cigarette lit and a lighter moment is laughed at with a memory to be told.

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