Classic poem of the day
When Ruth was left half desolate,
Her father took another mate;
And Ruth, not seven years old,
A slighted child, at her own will
Went wandering over dale and hill,
In thoughtless freedom bold.
And she had made a pipe of straw,
And music from that pipe could draw
Like sounds of winds and floods;
Had built a bower upon the green,
As if she from her birth had been
An infant of the woods.
Beneath her father's roof, alone
Sh......
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some places some places you don't remember much. like sentences without punctuation marks, some places are like poems unpunctuated, and like some places you don't remember don't want to remember much. unlike prose bedecked, with correct punctuations and you remember every bit: the piano she's sitting while you play Chopin in his tyricorn, the restaurant where she ordered iced tea and vinaigrette and you ordered a cup of coffee afraid your 500 won't cover every bit of the romantic magic ......
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