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Reflecting Rhyme

Perhaps my ear is not attuned, to prose not penned in rhyme;
Personally preferable to balladry back in time;
When poetry meant each second sentence was aligned;
Absorbing each verse, and every line;
Perusing in between each separate work and deducing;
All that's been written and then concluding;
My own idiosyncratic view which may be peculiar;
And I'm probably no different from what you are;
As I may read many, and some may read mine;
Disagreements, we almost, always find;
So isn't it good we appreciate criticism and praise?;
As us 'Lyricists' never take value from face.

by Irene Anne Fraser

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