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iambic pentameter
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iambic pentameter
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3.10.2018
living in brooklyn
I could often tell when it was a poet at the door. They tend to knock in five-beat intervals.
5.11.2007
iambs on the march
The jackbooted iambs are marching again in their ranks of five.
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