Bullion Amy Lowell | MY thoughts Chink against my ribs And roll about like silver hail-stones. I should like to spill them out, And pour them, all shining, Over yo... | Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes) |
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Are you a poetry master?
»A poem that has no rhyme is called ________.
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A. a limerick
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B. a ballad
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C. a song
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D. free verse