By Brian Kim Stefans
Around the pool the hippos drool as if the chloride wouldn’t kill them. In fact, they like to play the...
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- By Conor O'Callaghanthe stars The nights midweek are secrets kept. No soul on site, no signal/bars, and zilch for company...
- By William WordsworthI travelled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor, England! did I know till then What love...
- By William WordsworthAnd is this—Yarrow?—This the stream Of which my fancy cherished, So faithfully, a waking dream? An image that ...
- By William WordsworthThe gallant Youth, who may have gained, Or seeks, a "winsome Marrow," Was but an Infant in the lap When...
- By William WordsworthO blithe New-comer! I have heard, I hear thee and rejoice. O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but ...
- By Paul Laurence DunbarDey is times in life when Nature Seems to slip a cog an' go, Jes' a-rattlin' down creation, Lak an ocean...
- By Langston HughesDroning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon, I heard a Negro play. Down...
- By Emily DickinsonThere's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons – That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes...
- By Emily DickinsonSuccess is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need....
- By Emily DickinsonBecause I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves...
- By Robert W. ServiceThere are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales...
- By Lord Byron (George Gordon)So, we'll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon...
- By Robert BurnsO my Luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody That’s sweetly...
- By Emily DickinsonA Bird, came down the Walk - He did not know I saw - He bit an Angle Worm in halves And ate the fellow...
- By Emily DickinsonIt was not Death, for I stood up, And all the Dead, lie down - It was not Night, for all the Bells Put...
- By Robert PottleThe kindergarten concert was an interesting show. Peter walked onto the stage and yelled, “I have to...
- By Kenn NesbittWillie had a stubborn wart upon his middle toe. Regardless, though, of what he tried the wart refused...
- By Kenn NesbittToday I managed something that I’ve never done before. I turned in this week’s spelling quiz and got...
- By Dave Crawley“My doggy ate my homework. He chewed it up,” I said. But when I offered my excuse My teacher shook her...