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Cock a doodle do!
My dame has lost her shoe,
My master's lost his fiddlestick,
And knows not what to do.
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What you just read will now be used as a Non sequitur (literary device) in our never ending poem. After this stanza we will now begin writing in a different poetic form and theme(if you don't want to change the theme let us know).

What does Non sequitur mean, how is it used? 

"Literally, the expression is Latin for "it does not follow." A non sequitur can denote an abrupt, illogical, unexpected or absurd turn of plot or dialogue not normally associated with or appropriate to that preceding it." 

 
Internet source: wikipedia

So, when we change the theme of our never ending poem we will use a Non sequitur. It goes without saying that today we will change the poetic form we are currently using(pantoum) to a rhyme scheme of your choice.

Each gets to write 1-4 lines, we will get to choose ourselves the arrangement of rhymes(rhyme scheme) let's take a step at a time, see what happens to our never ending poem. What do you think about this idea?

BUT when we want to stop really stop writing logical continuations but still want to contribute. We will change the poetic form to haiku suites(5-7-5) write one line each. One line that stands for itself. Any other suggestions, ideas are more than welcome. Here is how our never ending poems looks like right now:

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Quaint the loud woman's silent sobs,
Refreshing to see her quiet joy.
Oh my dear ones don't you know?
She descried the wooden duck decoy.

Refreshing to see her quiet joy.
Nearby, children gathered round the lake.
She descried the wooden duck decoy
By the water’s edge a solitary drake.

Nearby children gathered 'round the lake,
Casting crusts on the water to entice
By the water's edge a solitary drake
Caught in ripples among the drift ice. 

Casting crusts on the water to entice
To unbind it, it is sufficient to say: 
Caught in ripples among the drift ice. 
Here, is where our demons demise

Behind a white picket fence grown ups hide, 
It keeps more love coming their way away 
Behind a white picket fence grown ups hide, 
Daughters weave wreaths of lotus blossoms 

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Cock a doodle do!
My dame has lost her shoe,
My master's lost his fiddlestick,
And knows not what to do.
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[ Current contributors in chronological order: Liz Munro, night soul woman, jim, countryfog, night soul woman, cr4ky, night soul woman, jim] 

Tomorrow, the part 2 of this text will be written and published here. From Monday morning we can continue writing our never ending poem. Thank you for taking from your time to read this text and for your active participation. We will make it work!