Thursday, September 13, 2012
Poem a Day XIII
Human Life in the Round
The world is at our feet but death is at our door.
The winds of fortune speed from north to south to west,
more changing than our minds, although their strength is more
than strength of human hands.
We sacrifice the substance for a bit of zest;
we kill the golden goose to buy a breakfast poor
and smash the mill of plenty for a smashing jest.
And yet we are not rotten to the inner core.
In truth, in all we do we want the very best,
yet always fail, for nothing more do we adore
than strength of human hands.
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Larry Bailey
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24 months ago
Thankfully the kid was in a child seat in that van.
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Troggy
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24 months ago
happy ending
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bulwinkle
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24 months ago
the wheels on the bus go round and round...
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theymusthatetesla
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24 months ago
....I'll say it again!....they ALWAYS hit their target!....ALWAYS!
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Htos1av
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24 months ago
When there are BILLIONS, the millions to one odds fall quickly...
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George Spelvin
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24 months ago
I'm gonna use that and claim it as my own.
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Harold Flax
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24 months ago
It wus undiedentified flywing slosser.
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SloppyJoe
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24 months ago
The lyrics to the song are:
"Rollin' along. Chingin' a chong. Hittin' up the waterpipe, ringin' the gong".
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Plato
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24 months ago
Someone has got to tell these stupid Chinamen that it is RIGHTY TIGHTY, LEFTY LOOSEY and find a way to make it stick!
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Plato
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24 months ago
Nah the Theme from Born Free would be cooler.