During studio on Wednesday, we were given a poem that we had read and were asked to do the same thing that we are doing with our books. I'm not very good with poems like this one. I tend to get lost or focus on one particular part of the poem. That was it! No matter how many times I read that poem I always read it as a poem about destiny, fate, and chance, and the rest of the ideas, meanings, and words were lost to me. I chose to use my knife to scrape away the words that I could not grasp to reveal a new poem with the words that I did not blur.
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| A Throw of the Dice |
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Will Never
Even When Launched in Eternal Circumstances |
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| Fall Back From |
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| A Destiny |
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| Probability |
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| The Sign |
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| If |
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It
Were It To Exist
Chance |
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| Will Have Taken Place |
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Before Coming To
A Throw of the Dice |
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