Winter-time
Winter-time Robert Louis Stevenson (from A Child’s Garden of Verses, 1885) Late lies the wintry sun a-bed, A frosty, fiery sleepy-head, Blinks but an hour or two, and then, A blood-red orange, sets...
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This used to be a garden A sunny, happy place Where someone pruned and planted, with a smile on her face. I remember Hanna’s patience and all the love she gave I remember Hanna’s laughter, as I...
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Oh this shiny new computer… There just isn’t nothing cuter. It knows everything the world ever knew. And with this great computer I don’t need a writing tutor, ‘Cause there ain’t a single thing that...
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