My teacher required that we paraphrase (Read: Ruin) a poem. I recommend the original, ’tis much better.
Some guy is playing a guitar
At the break of dawn
It’s impossible to shut it out
Loud
Lonely
A single, monotonous note
The man misses his home
The desert sand
White flowers
He laments his lack of purpose
The evening without end
And dead sparrows in trees
He laments these five things.
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