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Poem: The Donkey
- G.K. Chesterton When fishes flew and forests walked And figs grew upon thorn Some moment when the moon was blood Then surely I was born. With…
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Holy Saturday
It's like "Where's Waldo" crossed with Bosch, which is probably sacrilegious, but I says it like I sees it. Frivolity aside,…
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poem: A Christmas Sonnet
- Edwin Arlington Robinson For One in Doubt While you that in your sorrow disavow Service and hope, see love and brotherhood Far off as ever, it…
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