Classic poem of the day
They haven't got no noses,
The fallen sons of Eve,
Even the smell of roses
Is not what they supposes,
But more than mind discloses,
And more than men believe.
They haven't got no noses,
They cannot even tell
When door and darkness closes
The park old Gluck encloses
Where even the Law of Moses
Will let you steal a smell.
The brilliant smell of water,
The brave smell of a stone,
The smell of dew and thunder,
The......
Member poem of the day
She was once a woman
of moderate size,
little more, with moderate
need and desires.
“You’re eating too much!”
Once a woman who felt
comfortable in her skin,
content with her ideas,
at ease with the range
of her imagination.
“Stop daydreaming!”
Yet the longer
she stays by his side,
as he delimits her needs
and defines her desires,
the smaller she becomes.
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