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RULES:

*Grab a book, any book
*Turn to page 56 or 56% in your e-reader
*Find a snippet, but no spoilers!

This extract from ‘Lamia’ shows how close to dramatic blank verse it becomes, the enjambments almost disguising the rhymes.

Pale grew her immortality, for woe
Of all these lovers, and she grieved so
I took compassion on her, bade her steep
Her hair in weïrd syrops that would keep
Her loveliness invisible, yet free
To wander as she loves, in liberty.

from: The Ode Less Travelled: Unlocking the Poet Within by Stephen Fry