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Grantid



Tim3 without your pal
Points out just how much
You depend on it
You miss it
You go mad without it.

You find that you affection it. That
You yarn for it. That
You lust it.
.
.
.
?

How happy you was,
How ignorant you was,
How taking for grantid you did…

Catch this occasion
Grasping just how much
You can’t be living without it.




Reflection: 


I feel that the part of reflection is harder for me than writing the poem lol. (Took 5 min writing a first word and then deleting it because it contained the forbidden letter). Writing the poem about any random matter was extremely hard initially, therefore I decided to write a poem about that. It was quite an experience realizing just how detrimental to a vocabulary it can be, limiting yourself on letter from the alphabet.


Abraham

Comments

  1. KevinMarch 5, 2018 at 5:55 AM

    This poem was pretty unique in that it uses incorrect grammar to get around the constraint, but it is still clear what you are trying to say. I quite liked it. I also think the topic is quite interesting..

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  2. UnknownMarch 8, 2018 at 7:59 AM

    Cool post, at first I forgot what the topic was, so I was very confused, and looking back over the poem it feels like you took out more than one or two letters, even though you didn't. Shows me how essential vowels can be.

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  3. Anna DingMarch 14, 2018 at 2:33 PM

    Abraham,
    I actually really like the topic of your poem. Some of it kind of confuses me because I see that you replace some of the E's and change some of the words that have E's in them... but not all of them? Maybe a more indicative title will help on that front. But overall, good job!

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  4. UnknownMarch 30, 2018 at 7:59 AM

    I love the style of the sentences. It was a great idea to use incorrect grammar to maneuver around the constraint, and it still reads well!
    Though using the number 3 in replace of the letter e is kind of cheeky and may be cheating... I still like your work! :)

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