Classic poem of the day
He always comes on market days,
And holds balloons — a lovely bunch —
And in the market square he stays,
And never seems to think of lunch.
They're red and purple, blue and green,
And when it is a sunny day
Tho' carts and people get between
You see them shining far away.
And some are big and some are small,
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Member poem of the day
Run dear, run, far from here, run My little fawn, your friend is gone Lured in, was my innocent one strayed away, was my arrogant one they still lay in wait, with their deceptive bait Run dear, run, far from here, run Looking into the hunter's eye, I made a plea for my little one, With a wicked smile,he let the arrow fly For me despair, for him fun Run dear, run, far from here, run Sorrow got me, then,the next arrow Run dear, run, far from here, run
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