Star-Pudding People wondered what Dan Wholebrook found To live on, up there on his hungry farm. His cow was always breaking through her fences And eating up the neighbors' corn by rows, The...
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Winter Friends The high cold moon rides through the frost, The branches of the trees make lace Along the drifted snow beneath, There is no friendliness in the place, Except in twelve small...
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The Jelly Fish Had God no other heart but this To show the beauty that is He, This single, cold heart were enough, Solitary in the sea. Here are the chorals of the tides, The music of the far...
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