Analysis of Soils of Laborance



They shund him amongst his brethren
To create an after affect that may
cause what's to wait gainst logic.
What worlds we represent as men
Line-up to be defeated , might they win
they start such anew. Tools in the ritourical sampling of yesterday to create a future. When one can't decide might he involved decide for her. Than shall tommorrows exclude him. One day a beautiful feild with a promise of harvest, the next day a ravine which edges are undefined, that it may change its dimension from the climatic behaviors. What sceince of man, dethrones God, which edges aren't measured. What man am I, that one must be defeated. Might we soil the ignorance of others, to be understood.


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Poetic Form
Metre 11101110 1011100111 1111110 1110111 1111010111 111011001101101010101111110111011101111010011010110011001110101111110101001001011111111010101111111101011101001101101
Characters 679
Words 120
Sentences 9
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 6
Lines Amount 6
Letters per line (avg) 91
Words per line (avg) 20
Letters per stanza (avg) 544
Words per stanza (avg) 121

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Wash my hands for my feet not to stink. That my exhistance makest me as I am!

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Submitted by allanterry542curtis_2 on September 09, 2021

Modified on March 05, 2023

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