Classic poem of the day
Soon shall the trump of Freedom
Resound from shore to shore;
Soon, taught by heav'nly wisdom,
Man shall oppress no more;
But ev'ry yoke be broken,
Each captive soul set free,
And ev'ry heart shall welcome
The day of Jubilee.
Then tyrants' crowns and sceptres,
And victors' wreaths and cars,
And galling chains and fetters,
With all the pomp of wars,
Shall in the dust be trodden,
Till time shall be no more;
And peace......
Member poem of the day
My dad keeps his Dodge Charger under a tarp during the winter.
When people ask about my father, that is the fact I think to lead with.
He keeps that thing in mint condition and gets it professionally detailed.
I think I remember him calling the little car his pride and joy, once.
But he also has this beat-up work van, a white hulk with no windows.
Plaster-dust erupts from the upholstery when you sit in the passenger seat.
There...
