Classic poem of the day
The noble Maxwels and their powers
Are coming o'er the border,
And they'll gae big Terreagles' towers
And set them a' in order:
And they declare, Terreagles fair,
For their abode they chuse it;
There's no a heart in a' the land
But 's lighter at the news o't. —
Tho' stars in skies may disappear,
And angry tempests gather;
The happy hour may soon be near
That brings us pleasant weather:
The weary night o' care......
Member poem of the day
Mountains fall and seas divide
and impossible things may seem
but where there’s despair there is and faith
and where there’s sadness the consolation is near.
Every breath is a chance to reborn,
but to be reborn you have to die before dying.
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