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Poetry Critical 2.0

Hey guys, Donald here.

In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.

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Random Poem:

Mother Holle
unknown

It's said that the good sister's fingers bled everyday,
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spinning burred wool into thread. She
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worked herself right down to the bone,
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drafting and twisting
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with each turn of the wheel.
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The good sister had no family,
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just a step-mother who played favorites,
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a younger, lazy step-sister.
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You wonder where her head was:
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she drops her spindle into the well,
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so she throws herself in too,
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heeding her step-mother's angry advice.
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Maybe she got tired of waiting
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for a prince to seek out
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her tiny foot in marriage,
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thought it was time to take her life
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into her own hands.
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Through the well the good sister finds
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another world, mad as a hatter's.
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She discovers bread and apples
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talk, and follows their orders,
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taking buns from the oven,
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shaking trees gravid with apples.
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She finds Mother Holle,  
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and Mother takes her under wing,
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watching blizzards fall as good sister
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shakes the goose-down pillows
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without mercy.
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The good one comes back golden,
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filled out and muscular--
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a woman by anyone's call.
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Even the rooster crowed
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that she was gorgeous.
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So her step-mother gets
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the idea that it's about time
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for the bad sister to take a leap
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into darkness to find her own fortune.
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She hits the bottom of the well,
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but is too lazy to do as she's told--
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or did the bad one simply not understood,
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leaving buns in the oven to burn,
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letting the apples drop past their prime?
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Maybe she saw still-sour fruit,
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boughs of blossoms puckered shut,
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loaves still doughy and white.
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As the goose-down fell
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she might have thought of home
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and the hard winter blowing its way;
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might have shook pillows a little less hard,
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forgetting Mother Holle
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in memories of her own mother.
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She came back, you might remember,
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tar-drenched and disappointing,
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flat-chested and running straight
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to her mother's arms.
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While Good Sister gets hitched and has her kids,
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the bad one gets used to being alone,
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still wishing for gold.
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