Classic poem of the day
To thee, dear Paris , Lord of my Desires,
Once tender Partner of my softest Fires;
To thee I write, mine, whilst a Shepherds Swain,
But now a Prince, that Title you disdain.
Oh fatal Pomp, that cou'd so soon divide
What Love, and all our Vows to firmly ty'd!
What God our Loves industrious to prevent,
Curst thee with power, and ruin'd my Content?
Greatness which does at best but ill agree
With Love, such Distance sets 'twixt Thee and Me.
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Member poem of the day
Chaos - architrave to the edifice of maths foundation.
Moulding seminal minds with cryptic calculus.
Mensa matter rope for tomorrow’s urban tent dweller.
El Dorado hedge fund with emblazoned cocoon.
Mental gymnast bouncing off the canvass of enigma.
Brain cell bearing ribbon strip revealed in open phase.
Algebraic income bracket jumbles self- assessment.
Chapter 11, lifeline or loophole when quota stricken.
Cipher dragging ...
