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Sight Reading (Free verse) by Christof
Praise be to chance - Or God, for God, we think, is just A name for probability's dance - For the way the sheep speckled on the frost Seem like quavers on the five-wire fence And frame a tune that will not last But does in sight and sound condense The crackling white of the brilliant grass And so it takes the present tense And makes it vast.

Up the ladder: Water Music, Revisited
Down the ladder: La Llamada del Cholo

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Arithmetic Mean: 10.0
Weighted score: 5.237129
Overall Rank: 4175
Posted: December 22, 2007 4:20 AM PST; Last modified: December 22, 2007 4:20 AM PST
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[10] INTRANSIT @ 69.23.157.197 | 23-Dec-07/10:53 AM | Reply
If I could find fault with this, I'd be a professor.

That's a compliment, Sir.
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