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Exercise Two

Another excersise in class was to re-write into modern english, a verse from 'The hand that signs the paper.' By Dylan Thomas.  Why don't you have a go?

 

My freedom born anew

With every rising sun

This hand holds fragile, joy and pain

Yet cannot feel the softest rain

Authority and power, a careless whim

Stroke of a pen and war begins.

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