Poem Picked Apart
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I am a poem that I wrote
Myself in olden place and time.
A lot of love stuff I did quote
And forced each line to end in rhyme.
I called myself Anonymous,
And for a while that was okay.
But then critics began to fuss
As I was read in modern day.
I did become a subject of
Scorn and ridicule daring to
Be of a rhyming way for love.
Complaints of me as poem grew.
So I rewrote myself free verse.
But now the criticism's worse.
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