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Poetic Frustration

I have to write a sonnet now
I wish I could--I don't know how.
My poems, they have never rhymed
I guess I have no choice this time.

So here I sit, all full of woe,
Of what to write, I just don't know
Perhaps of love, perhaps of hate
Perhaps of something on Channel Eight (local PBS station).

Nothing comes--nothing
Witty and clever
I could be at this
Task forever.

Forgive me for my lack of skill.
One day I'll write something better--I will!
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"November Spawned a Monster", by Morrissey, came out when I was a senior in HS and I'd just had a shunt revision (  The lyrics to the song are about a girl who's shunned by her peers because she's handicapped--"a symbol of where sex-mad lovers must pause and draw the line".  Every time I heard that song it made me cry.  Although I wasn't born in November, I had my shunt revision in November of '89, just after Thanksgiving.  I had few friends, and many students pointed, laughed at me, and mocked my gait.  That song just crystallized everything for me.

Lyrics are here:

Video (slightly different version of the song than the radio edit, but anyway) is here:
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