Bends to the grave with unperceived decay,While resignation gently slopes the way;And, all his prospects brightening to the last,His heaven commences ere the world be past.
There was a young lady named Bright,Whose speed was far faster than light;She started one dayIn a relative way,And returned on the previous night.
A hundred thousand men were ledBy one calf near three centuries dead;They followed still his crooked wayand lost a hundred years a day;For thus such reverence is lentTo well-established precedent.sam walter foss
All the woodland path is broken By warm tints along the way, And the low and sunny slope Is alive with sudden hope When there comes the silent token Of an April day,—Blue hepatica!dora read goodale
Walking on thin ice, I'm paying the price. I'm throwing the dice in the air. Why must we learn it the hard way, and play the game of life with your heart?yoko ono
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