Prompt: Write a concrete poem.
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Day 30. Praise - Cento
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting To feel that waking is another sleep Blind go the days, but joy will see Wh...
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Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting To feel that waking is another sleep Blind go the days, but joy will see Wh...
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When I was pink and very new Wee fairies flew about my bed to sing their songs of mist and dew and weave their spells around my head They s...
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