Classic poem of the day
Every evening Baby goes
—Trot, trot, to town,
Across the river, through the fields,
—Up hill and down.
Trot, trot, the Baby goes,
—Up hill and down,
To buy a feather for her hat,
—To buy a woolen gown.
Trot, trot, the Baby goes;
—The birds fly down, alack!
“You cannot have our feathers, dear,”
—They say, “so please trot back.”
Trot, trot, the Baby goes;
—The lambs come bleating near.
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Member poem of the day
Strong and brave men and women
gave their level best
crème de la crème strongest and bravest
leaving grieving significant others
with emotional agony within treasured chest
o'er the redoubt the the enemy did crest
where lovely bones of forebears for everest
dead bodies strewn across killing fields
hostility among warring factions finessed
forsook their lives eternal peace they rest
honored and revered succumbed mortal
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