Classic poem of the day
There is, upon my homeward walk, a place
Where I must always stop; a deep, still pond,
From whose green banks the katydids respond,
With their sharp treble, to the bull-frogs' bass.
O beautiful the spot where the wild stream,
Merged in these calmer waters, finds its end!
Here, in the shadowy eve, the willows bend
In moveless shapes, like phantoms of a dream.
Not far off stands a mill among the trees,
(Of laboring strength with loveliness the type)......
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This is a poem about the role of championship rings in NBA GOAT discussions.
The Ring Thing (is entirely Bling)
by Michael R. Burch
The ring
thing
is entirely bling.
Michael Jordan was zero-for-six
against the Larry Bird Celtics;
moreover, he was twice sent home
by Isiah’s Pistons;
his ring case only began to gleam
when he had Horace, Scottie and ...
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