Classic poem of the day
Oh London Town 's a fine town, and London sights are rare,
And London ale is right ale, and brisk's the London air,
And busily goes the world there, but crafty grows the mind,
And London Town of all towns I'm glad to leave behind.
Then hey for croft and hop-yard, and hill, and field, and pond,
With Bredon Hill before me and Malvern Hill beyond,
The hawthorn white i' the hedgerow, and all the spring's attire
In the comely land of Teme and Lugg, and......
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The Ukraine rain fell long and hard From clouds above on high, But what were shed Were tears of red To spill on fields awry. As storms of rage passed o'er the land A horseman through it rode. A black horse day Of wild dismay As floods of red rain flowed. Beneath the yellow and the blue The Ukraine rain poured on, It steeped the ground For miles around And harvest yield was gone. As people cried and people died, The pain of rain aflame; With nought to eat The yellow wheat......
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