| General Fiction posted January 9, 2021 |
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a four-line poem
Quince Blintz
by Bill Schott
When I was ten I ate a quince,
mixed in with some nuts and mints;
my mama served it in a blintz;
I haven't eaten any since.
4 line rhyming poem writing prompt entry
When I was ten I ate a quince,
mixed in with some nuts and mints;
my mama served it in a blintz;
I haven't eaten any since.
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Writing Prompt 4 lines each line rhymes |
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