Classic poem of the day
In the corner she's left the mechanical toy,
On the chair is her Teddy Bear fine;
The things that I thought she would really enjoy
Don't seem to be quite in her line.
There's the flaxen-haired doll that is lovely to see
And really expensively dressed,
Left alone, all uncared for, and strange though it be,
She likes her rag dolly the best.
Oh, the money we spent and the plans that we laid
And the wonderful things that we bought!
There a......
Member poem of the day
I been able to call her glory.
That was my private story.
It makes me feel proud.
Bad feelings away - no doubt.
I used that color blue.
It was my sign for true.
Then I put on her lips color red.
Then I left tiara on her head.
That was my private story.
Story wich i called glory.
The painting wich brings me light.
Now I left it on your side.