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John Bunyan:
...... I did not think To show to all this world my pen and ink In such a mode; I only thought to make I knew not what: nor did I undertake Thereby to please my neighbour: no, not I; I did it mine own self to gratify. |
| Autumnal — of yesterday it was
Eternal love — a love song. Celeste — an e-poem. SOS — a distress message to the Titanic Forward to the past — where the Information Age is heading The last stand of Black Pete — Glind's schoolboy doggerel. A Limerickish Poem — preview to the viewing. Two Ps or not Two Ps? — peas in a pod. Jack and Jill — a puzzle poem. Little Papa — another puzzle poem. Poll Access — voting in Australia. My haiku — just for fun. |