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| Senior Member Join Date: Jun 2006
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| Lets hear it folks! Hint. |
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| Senior Member | this is easy...... silently if,out of not knowable night's utmost nothing,wanders a little guess (only which is this world)more my life does not leap than with the mystery your smile sings or if(spiralling as luminous they climb oblivion)voices who are dreams, less into heaven certainly earth swims than each my deeper death becomes your kiss losing through you what seemed myself,i find selves unimaginably mine;beyond sorrow's own joys and hoping's very fears yours is the light by which my spirit's born: yours is the darkness of my soul's return -you are my sun,my moon,and all my stars |
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| Senior Member Join Date: Apr 2006
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| There once was a man from Nantucket... The rest is way too dirty to print here. |
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There once was a man from Nantucket Who kept all his cash in a bucket. But his daughter, named Nan, Ran away with a man And as for the bucket, Nantucket.
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| Another classic: Jack and Jill There are many modern versions of it (many of them are parodies), all sharing the same first rhyme: Jack and Jill went up the hill To fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down and broke his crown, And Jill came tumbling after. The second verse of the song is less commonly performed: Up Jack got and down he trot As fast as he could caper; And went to bed and covered his head In vinegar and brown paper (third and fourth lines of this verse are also known as: To Old Dame Dob who patched his knob With vinegar and brown paper) There is an even rarer third verse, as follows: When Jill came in how she did grin To see Jack's paper plaster; Mother vexed, did whip her next; For causing Jack's disaster
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| Wow! J you should teach a course on poetry. The Nantucket one I know is a little different. |
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Energy Solution In his quest for an energy bill Mr. Bush went to Capitol Hill. "Here's a place I hold dear, But as long as we're here, Look around for a place we can drill." The Shock Jock's Huh? I Like it, simple but effective! | |
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| When I consider every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment, That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows Whereon the stars in secret influence comment; When I perceive that men as plants increase, Cheered and checked even by the self-same sky, Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, And wear their brave state out of memory; Then the conceit of this inconstant stay Sets you most rich in youth before my sight, Where wasteful Time debateth with decay To change your day of youth to sullied night, And all in war with Time for love of you, As he takes from you, I engraft you new Shakespeare |
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| Facing West From California's Shores Facing west from California's shores, Inquiring,tireless,seeking what is yet unfound, I, a child, very old, over waves, towerds the house of maternity, the land of migrations, look afar. Look off the shores of my Western Sea, the circle almost circled; For starting westward from Hindustan, from the vales of Kashmere, From Asia, from the north, from the God, the sage, and the hero, From the south, from the flowery peninsulas and the spice islands, Long having wander'd since, round the earth having wander'd, Now I face home again, very pleas'd and joyous, (But where is what I started for so long ago? And why is it yet unfound?) Walt Whitman
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