"traderQAMobileTestAutomationMobileBoostOn" (el-peasant)
12/07/2015 at 22:27 • Filed to: None
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"traderQAMobileTestAutomationMobileBoostOn" (el-peasant)
12/07/2015 at 22:27 • Filed to: None | 2
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We have to create a poem in English class. My topic: the sensation and drama of shredding tires away from a light at 10 PM in a crowded city.
It must mimick the style of a Harlem Renaissance poet, and I chose Claude McKay. He has a variation of rhyming styles, and he uses a lot of “danger word sentences” (i.e. When this happens, that happens.)
I’ll post it to oppo when it’s done, but I’m not exactly the best at thinking of poetry lines. I don’t want anyone to do it for me though!
1st stanza:
I shake and jolt in busy hush
Insignificant among the rest
Like ants the figures had no rush
Without highlights upon request
I had one chance to get it right
Impatience put up quite a fight
2nd stanza:
When facing me was shining green,
The time had come to make a scene.
One foot goes down into the floor,
To twist the heart forevermore.
The clock spins up from 1 to 5.
My chance to shine just came alive.
Wooh!
thedevilinside
> traderQAMobileTestAutomationMobileBoostOn
12/07/2015 at 22:40 |
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I struggled so much with assignments like that.
I also had a desire of doing a big smokey burnout leaving school right before graduation but didn’t have a car that could. Want to for college, but I think possible consequences may lead me otherwise.
Daily Drives a Dragon - One Last Lap
> traderQAMobileTestAutomationMobileBoostOn
12/07/2015 at 22:43 |
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Well... Maybe you’re a poet but didn’t know it.
Yeah. That was my lame attempt.
PetarVN, GLI Guy, now with stupid power
> thedevilinside
12/08/2015 at 01:31 |
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i'll do one for ya. goal is to get something burnout-worthy for the last day