Crumble away Over time is like Crashing for 20 hours Killing me softly Movement infernal Asteroid belt takes a dive Show and tell like Ta-tas and skivvies Error bound Read the first letters vertically.
>>4755 There was a young man from Japan whose poetry never would scan when asked why it was he said it's because I always try and cram as many words and syllables into the last sentence as ever I possible can
Sing to me, oh sweetest blossom! Cleave to my heart, O dew of bliss! Revive my spirit of old, my flesh like new, For my time is passing, and my lover too. How can I chase the beauty of what I only knew? As I cross the blind man’s bridge, what should I do? I will gather you, my love, ‘till you are home. There Father waits, there Mother lies Be not afraid, nay, close your eyes, Walk carefully into that silent night. Listen closely, for Father is nigh.
Those who lived in Pylos and lovely Arene, In Thyron, ford of Alpheius, and Aipy, In Cyparisseis and Amphigeneia, In Pteleos and Helus and Dorium, where The Muses met Thamyris and stopped his song As he journeyed from Eurytus' house in Oechalia Boasting he would win even if the Muses, Daughters of Zeus, were to sing against him, And in anger they maimed him, took away His melody and silenced his lyre—