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Classic poem of the day

Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren't go a-hunting,
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl's feather.

Down along the rocky shore
Some make their home,
They live on crispy pancakes
Of yellow tide-foam;
Some in the reeds
Of the black mountain-lake,
With frogs for their watch-dogs,
All night awake.

High on the hill-top
The old king sits;
He is now so old and gray
He's nigh lost his wits.
With a bridge of white mist
Columbkill he crosses,
On his stately journeys
From Slieveleague to Rosses;

Or going up with music,
On cold starry nights,
To sup with the Queen
Of the gay Northern Lights.
They stole little Bridget
For seven years long;
When she came down again
Her friends were all gone.
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member poem of the day

I owe It all to you
My Father
I am happy that
You created me
With you holy hands
Many years ago
And placed me here
On earth to live
With my siblings
Also your young children
Are now youth
They already lived their teenager
Lives many years ago
Siblings I am your older
Brother
I am going to die
Before you
And I know that you are
Going to miss me
Because I will be in heaven
Living my new life
And I also will be resting
In Peace