Classic poem of the day
Unto my thinking, thou beheld'st all worth,
All joy, as much of good as man may know,
If thou wert in his power who here below
Is honour's righteous lord throughout this earth.
Where evil dies, even there he has his birth,
Whose justice out of pity's self doth grow.
Softly to sleeping persons he will go,
And, with no pain to them, their hearts draw forth.
Thy heart he took, as knowing well, alas!
That Death had claimed thy lady for a prey:
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On car rides as a child I would imagine someone was skateboarding beside the car
The faceless figure performed tricks and feats of gravitational improbability all for my entertainment
If we stopped at a gas station the figure became a dinosaur, eating the local vegetation at great heights and drinking from the local lakes and puddles with its great long neck, and if we went to church the dinosaur became Spider Man, climbing the stain glass windows and swinging from the light fixtures...
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