Analysis of BURRIED TREASURE
mad hippie poet 1974 (new jersey)
My head is foggy sailing in these thoughts that remind me of the rough seas. I am no captain, but I am staring at the ship of my reality, trying to save myself like a fish out of water from drowning. The stars in the night's skies guide me as the moonlight smiles down on me as if she is talking directly, saying I will direct you on the right course. Not everything is pirates curse. You will find the x that marks the spot, for not all treasure is always gold, so listen to what the sun speaks of during the day and now what you have been told.
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| Metre | 111101001110111011111101111010111101011110111101100100111110111111111100101011011101111011011110111011111011111011011110010111111 |
| Characters | 546 |
| Words | 110 |
| Sentences | 5 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 1 |
| Lines Amount | 1 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 426 |
| Words per line (avg) | 110 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 426 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 110 |
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