Ah, poetry. It's not something I'll write unless forced to. I was forced in my creative writing class last spring. The assignment was to write a poem describing an object in detail. I wrote a bunch, but this is my favorite.
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Alarm
Devil red rectangles
At right angles
Smoldering in
Black plastic.
Blaring high-pitched wail
Resonating
In moss-code-like
Even spurts
Six AM.
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