Winged, Poetry & Art Photo's for Thursday, July 10, 2008

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Thursday, July 10, 2008

The little boy and his first dirty word

tore at the sweet meat of his brain repeatedly and awkwardly like a young vulture snaring a tiny rabbit he was hungry and knew not else his first dirty word was beckoning him, he waited patiently, when early manhood calls, he must be ready. Sign in to see full entry.

There Was an Old Mn of Dunoon...

There was an old man of Dunoon Who always ate soup with a fork, For he said; "As I eat Neither fish, fowl, nor flesh, I should otherwise finish too quick." I love this. Isn't it cool? Anonymous Sign in to see full entry.

Epitaph on Newton, Alexander Pope (1688-1744)

Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night; God said, "Let Newton be!" and all was light. Isn't this cool? Sign in to see full entry.

On His Blindness John Milton (1608-1674)

Hermes standing and waiting. When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning child, "Doth God... Sign in to see full entry.

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