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Out Of Tune

December 18, 2020
By OwenGodown BRONZE, Washington, Utah
OwenGodown BRONZE, Washington, Utah
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For this, for every thing, we are out of tune;

I write of hell; I sing and ever shall,

This sea that bares her bosom to the moon;

Of heaven, and hope to have it after all;

Of balm, of oil, of spice and amber-greece,

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss.

I sing of dews, of rains, and piece by piece

Console the lodger looking out across.


The author's comments:

I am 17 and I was in a creative writing class and someone inspired me to publish my work. :)


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