| 'Night' Found Poem | |
| To be the ghetto Wiped out completely Trudgeons struck the police On Hungarian rifle butts To left without reason Old men falling their blows Upon old children and invalids alike Faces streamed from bodies Water cried for children Empty tombstones began their journey Dreams passed like a . . . | |
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| I Can'T Rhyme | |
| This poem is very loud! But I can't rhyme anything with loud, for this my teacher would not be proud. This poem is very strong! But I can't rhyme anything with strong, so I hurriedly continue along. This poem is very rough! But I can't rhyme anything with rough, for matching up words . . . | |
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