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"Good morning, ducklings ♥," Shunsui greeted his class with his usual sleepy smile, already pouring for them each a cup of tea to be passed over as he spoke. "Now, I wouldn't blame you all if you don't exactly recall, but do either of you remember when we talked about the Orchard Pavilliion Gathering, where a flock of classic Chinese poets descended into a gathering to drink and mingle and write great prose ♥? And I had mentioned that the poets had played a little game, where they would float little phrases down the stream to inspire the next poet to build from that phrase and create some sort of cohesive, collaborative poem ♥?

"Well," he chuckled faintly, "we haven't got ourselves a stream, but we will be pursuing a similar activity today ♥. We'll take turns, offering out a line of poetry, and then the next person will build on it. Just a fun little," easy, "activity to challenge our creativity and see what we might be able to come up with together...even without the added inspiration of alcohol as these things usually included. Perhaps for another time. This is, after all, a classroom ♥.

"One last thing ♥," said Shunsui, his smile going a little apologetic, "before we get into our little game, I would like to mention that I have some homework for you this week, ducklings, but do not fret ♥. It shouldn't be too taxing, and you'll probably be able to guess the reasons why, but for next week, I would like you to come in with a song, with lyrics, to share. Any song at all, as long as there are, in fact, and unsurprisingly, lyrics ♥. That is all. Now, then, on with today's interactive poetry.... ♥ ♥ ♥."

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"Allow me," Shunsui said, with a magnanimous duck of his head, "to get us started, and whoever has a line to add on first can continue the poem, and we'll all take turns from there ♥. So let us begin with...

"Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.... ♥."

Starting your poetry exercise with a plagerized line from one of the most ubiquious poets in all of history, then, are we, Shunsui? It was certainly...a bold strategy, at least...

He didn't even pick an obscure one, at that. Astrid sort of side-eyed Shunsui for a moment before deciding that one good turn deserved another and put in her response:

"Fine freckles hold a constellation of second chances..."

At least hers was obscure enough that neither of the other two were likely to recognize it as the work of the elder Magnussen.

The Art of Poetry; Monday, First Period [03/14].

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