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Sully - Part four of SMSU Poetry

So, I guess the world has been dethroned,

Underneath the layers of unknown,

Layers of friends to be found.

Light, Dark, Health. 

You three are the brightness in this world, while I feel like the hoarded wealth. 

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IzzyIsHappy
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Hi Izzy here for a second review cause the other one accidently got deleted (oops)

I think this is awesome what you are doing with your characters and how you are making them more...human.

This is a good poem about Sully and who he is and how he needs his friends...

Yes? No? Maybe?

I haven't even got to chapter three yet in SMSU

Don't kill me.

Okay I have to go take another test on EAP now!


Izzy

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zaminami
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Hello Flumadiddle! Kara here for a (hopefully) quick review!

Give me your soul.

With that aside, I'm not the best at poetry but here we go!

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Spoiler
So, I guess the world has been dethroned,

Underneath the layers of unknown,

Lays that of friends to be found. {Wut}

Light, {d}ark, {h}ealth.

You three are the brightness in this world, while I feel like the hoarded wealth.


My interpretation:



This doesn't need an interpretation :P

Overall:



Cute poem about Sully. It really shows a lot about his character. What I would recommend would be to add this into the book somehow. That would really hit the readers hard :P Keep up the great work!

Why haven’t you given me your soul yet? --

Kara

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In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
— JRR Tolkien