So, last night I'm were I do my best thinking, and I realize just what was bothering me about those poetry lines from yesterday, and the muse (or that other being, it now no longer being winter we're going to be oblique about it) smacks me.
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
Granted, is mostly a standard rhyme scheme and rythmn placement, but "D'oh!"
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