Classic poem of the day
There was a sky-painter at Folkestone
Whose tone for the sky was egg-yolk's tone:
This fanciful fellow
Mistook blue for yellow
So—small was his fame out of Folkestone!
Member poem of the day
You’ve been crowned and given your cape
You always knew your destiny
Time to make your escape
Wherever you wanna go
Whomever ever you wanna be
Your ancestors have paid for your freedom
You only need to follow their lead
Your Crown is filled with priceless jewels
Your soul, so sweet and savory Is your only fuel
Your freedom has been paid for
It is time to fly free
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