Your fate is to be great It is what the world saysDo bear in mind the weightThe hours wont wait,Neither the daysYour fate is to be great Even if you come to hateAnd the sky is greyDo bear in mind the weightThe path won't be straight But there is always a wayYour fate is to be great The steps will take you to the gate Thorns won't make you strayDo bear in mind the weightHold steady faithIt's already halfway Your fate is to be great Do bear in mind the weight
Technically correct, but what's the point? Villanelles are always fucking awful. There is more poetry in a recipe for lasagna.
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>>25639780Villanelles are a worthwhile exercise because, at least for the first hundred, they're going to be all form and no content. That's a decent corrective for the "just write what you feel" nonsense typically given people in schoolNice hippopotamus.
>>25639780It looks like a hippo
