Classic poem of the day
Oh ! tell me not the woods are fair,
Now Spring is on her way;
Well, well I know how brightly there
In joy the young leaves play;
How sweet on winds of morn or eve
The violet's breath may be; —
Yet ask me, woo me not to leave
My lone rock by the sea.
The wild wave's thunder on the shore,
The curlew's restless cries,
Unto my watching heart are more
Than all earth's melodies.
Come back, my ocean rover! come!
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Reduction asper daylight hours to worship will immediately arise after 2018 North American orbital trip, viz zits summer solstice (human primal solar deification) riding astride spaceship Earth, albeit 6:07 Ante Meridiem Thursday June 21st noticeably slip ping thru space beginning to harvest incremental darkness as Gaia rip pulls across wrinkle in time daylight will undermine a loss, and over the next month approximately jip ping United States kins......
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