Analysis of Newnorm
I know how to write but I don't know how to type
You can catch me in my wrongs even when I'm right
I'm never right.
Its your choice.
This is the land of the free.
It ain't up to the new mill-worms
To tell you when to breath
But don't press your luck
A breath can be an opinion,
Your decision, or your life
| Scheme | ABBCDEFGHI |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | Tetractys (50%) |
| Metre | 111111111111 111101110111 1101 111 1101101 11110111 111111 11111 01111010 1010111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 305 |
| Words | 69 |
| Sentences | 4 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 10 |
| Lines Amount | 10 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 23 |
| Words per line (avg) | 7 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 230 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 65 |
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