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A pantoum I wrote for prosody class that I rather like.


Missouri

Missouri--its land stretches out forever,
dotted with farmhouses and cornfields.
There, each generation is less clever
they blame this on land's dwindling yield.

No one purposely comes near
Missouri--its land stretches out forever,
though farmers swear it shrinks each year.
There, each generation is less clever,

knowledge washing away in spring floods.
No one purposely comes near;
they fear sinking into the thick mud,
though farmers swear it shrinks each year.

People are often swept away by
knowledge washing away in spring floods,
and they search for land that's dry.
They fear sinking into the thick mud.

People are often swept away by
Missouri. Its land stretches out forever,
and they search for land that's dry.
There, each generation is less clever.

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