Classic poem of the day
MY GRANDMOTHER , she, at the age of eighty-three,
One day in May was taken ill and died;
And after she was dead the will of course was read
By a lawyer as we all stood side by side.
To my brother, it was found, she had left a hundred pound,
The same unto my sister, I declare;
But when it came to me the lawyer said, “I see
She has left to you her old armchair.”
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How they tittered, how they chaffed,
How my brother and......
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Upon (die) re rhea ding previous poem All In The Name Of "Progress" zen a glaring, leering, and twittering left par wren dared to a right (i.e. bribe) corrective punctuation measure slyly slipping Special Ops symbol ")" for so many yen, thus see slipped thru my excellent proof reading, when lo and behold consternation, inconsideration, and perturbation I thought to take a page from playbook of Sylvia Plath, and stick my head i......
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