Classic poem of the day
Let the Arab courser go
Headlong on the silent foe;
Their plumes may shine like mountain snow,
Like fire their iron tubes may glow,
Their cannon death on death may throw,
Their pomp, their pride, their strength, we know,
But—let the Arab courser go.
The Arab horse is free and bold,
His blood is noble from of old,
Through dams, and sires, many a one,
Up to the steed of Solomon.
He needs no spur to rouse his ire,
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Gilt-edge first light visions greet
zestful horde in trendy street
Luscious coffee bouncing bean
sets alight a dormant scene
Pumpkin seeds dot fresh brown toast
eager staff cool vibrant host
Ghetto blasters rock and blare
raucous voices au contraire
Backbeat sold on grey stone curb
manic newsstand with the blurb
Toil worn riser half asleep
speed bump ...
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