Classic poem of the day
As the poets have mournfully sung,
Death takes the innocent young,
The rolling-in-money,
The screamingly-funny,
And those who are very well hung.
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Which season's fairest? Is it Springtime's day When dew-drops sparkle in the still of morning, When first the lark pours forth its roundelay And senses all the joy that Future's awning Keeps hidden yet in silence, uncommuned, When too the western wind its harp has tuned While Nature listens, hushed, amid her bowers To catch the word no ear lists save the flower's? Its ear! No, with its heart it comprehends, The flower's bud has energies untiring, And therefore free and bli......
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