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Before Dawn (Free verse) by Christof
The sky doesn't know what it is yet, An irresolute wash scribbled over by Night things, something that scratches, An insect or bird, an itching of sound In the dense smudge of inkblots That by morning are trees. The starlit effusion is wiped off the canvas And the sky shakes awaiting the klaxon of sun Like the teenage boy in his roiling bedsheets Who doesn't quite know what day it is yet.

Up the ladder: Missing - You
Down the ladder: a voice poem

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Arithmetic Mean: 9.0
Weighted score: 5.476812
Overall Rank: 2822
Posted: November 27, 2007 6:06 AM PST; Last modified: November 27, 2007 6:06 AM PST
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[10] INTRANSIT @ 69.23.157.197 | 27-Nov-07/9:33 AM | Reply
Klaxon. Great word. Could you say- boy or girl in roiling- ? Or is this a specific person. You?
[9] Dark Angle @ 70.181.103.149 | 1-Dec-07/10:30 PM | Reply
I'm sure there are more accurate adjectives for a teenage boy's bedsheets, but 9 for you.
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