Weekly Contest
Classic poem of the day
Each year I have a birthday,
When people buy me toys,
And mother gives a party
To lots of girls and boys.
I have a cake with candles,
And icing, pink and white,
With rosy candles lighted,
It makes a lovely sight.
Each year the cake grows larger,
Another light to take,
So if I grow much older
I'll need a giant's cake.
member poem of the day
Forgive me: I’m fitful.
My fists are on the table.
Please unmask the point at which
I’d given up my plan.
New York City noises
Have left me so few choices.
I am wild in love with
With that world of song and man.
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