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![]() Today the snow fell in the beginning light.ĭo you want to get these hands in a fight? ![]() Time for homework, but I needed a prayer. The wind was calmly blowing through the air. On a bright summers day I went to school. The shots ring out and hit the untamed souls,Īlthough this land will one day be enlightened,įew will survive the poison coming through. Some long, some short and some young, some old.Īnd then all of the secrets will be shout. Now this crab is getting chased by my cab.Īll of them locked out waiting to be told. It’s home is now useless floating leeches ![]() ![]() Snow comes down in like the April showers.īut it’s the home of a now homeless crab. People walking on the beach with out care. The summer breeze flies throughout the air. I love the way the wind blows in the sky. On a bright summer day flowers bloom bright. Here students experimented with the creative power of limitations! Lesson Note: A strict form such as the Shakespearean Sonnet, might actually allow for creativity rather than hinder it. In Sonnet 127, William Shakespeare muses on beauty and its perception as a ‘currency’ in the modern world: ‘In the old age, black was not counted fair.” Students took some time to experiment with iambic pentameter and rhyme scheme. Over two classes, we focused on the Shakespearean Sonnet and iambic pentameter.
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