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I think we need your help Lord God;
Fairly sure we do,
Sure as feet upon the sod,
Sure as coins be few,
We must concede the modern day is dim and dark, unclear,
For limits seem so far away, while close at hand is fear.
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This ode concerns a wealthy gent, To London Town, one day he went. He’d paid to see an Opera,...
The Pharaoh's People and the Locusts We had our land covered by the locusts. On every leaf the hungry, magnet...
Yael, such amazing comments. Thank you.
Thank you, Paul, for your kind words.
Wow, I really love this one, K.J.! Somehow, autumn seems to evoke the word "again", more than the other seasons…
This is a lovely poem which deserves to be printed out, framed, and displayed prominently somewhere people can benefit from…
Excellent alliteration (especially p, s, and b).
