I long to talk with some old lover's ghost of a took of a virginal soul, strumpeted. I cannot think that he who then loved the most of a cruel, rash babe cast to coal, acquitted. But since this god produced a destiny. And that vice nature, custom, lets it be, of a youthful boy and his roal, admitted.
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Anonymous2017-12-18 13:34
In rhyme we speak of age old mystique And ink of ever-scarlet but like pulling teeth These words are brief for I have lost my care for bleeding
>>16 Any praise-heavy poem can be said to be "in ode to" its subject of praise, as the technical meaning of "ode" only comes into play when you call something "an ode". By using the word ode in the context of "in ode to" you will find the word ode is divorced from its technical definition and relies only on its implied praise of a subject. It's called English.
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Anonymous2017-12-25 6:59
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Anonymous2017-12-25 10:32
>>17 Yes. That's what I meant when I said that it wasn't an ode but answered your post with ``yes''.