Weekly Contest

Poetry contest
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Classic poem of the day

The air is blue and keen and cold,
With snow the roads and fields are white
But here the forest's clothed with light
And in a shining sheath enrolled.
Each branch, each twig, each blade of grass,
Seems clad miraculously with glass:

Above the ice-bound streamlet bends
Each frozen fern with crystal ends.

member poem of the day

He’s sane in his insanity.
He’s logical in his


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