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Classic poem of the day

Quoth the thief to the dog, let me into your door
And I'll give you these delicate bits.
Quoth the dog, I shall then be more villain than you're,
And besides must be out of my wits.

Your delicate bits will not serve me a meal,
But my master each day gives me bread;
You'll fly, when you get what you came here to steal,
And I must be hang'd in your stead.

The stockjobber thus from 'Change Alley goes down,
And tips you the freeman a wink;
Let me have but your vote to serve for the town,
And here is a guinea to drink.

Says the freeman, your guinea to-night would be spent!
Your offers of bribery cease:
I'll vote for my landlord to whom I pay rent,
Or else I may forfeit my lease.

From London they come, silly people to chouse,
Their lands and their faces unknown:
Who'd vote a rogue into the parliament-house,
That would turn a man out of his own?

member poem of the day

MY WRITINGS FROM MY PAST UP TILL NOW  EACH TELL A STORY IN THEIR OWN WAY   HOW I FELT ON ANY GIVEN DAY  THEY TELL OF WHAT I HAVE BEEN THROUGH IN LIFE   THEY SPEAK OF MY HAPPINESS  THEY SPEAK OF MY STRIFE   THEY TELL OF MY SECRETS,MY HABITS,MY LIES  THEY TELL OF THE TIMES I'VE JUST SAT DOWN TO CRY   THEY TELL OF MY ADDICTION ,FOR SO LONG I HID  THEY TELL OF THE DRUGS I ONCE DID   THEY TELL OF HOW I WAS SAVED BY MY KIDS  THE SPEAK OF VISIONS, DREAMS THAT I HAVE   THEY WILL TELL YOU OF A TIME WHEN I FELT ALONE AND SAD  THEY EXPLAIN MY ANGER, HOW EASY I GET MAD   THEY TELL YOU THINGS I DID THAT MADE ME FEEL BAD  THEY TELL MY CHILDHOOD STORY IN RHYMING WORDS   THEY TELL WHY I TURNED TO DRUGS  THEY TELL OF MY CHILDREN HOW I LOVE THEIR HUGS   THEY SPEAK OF MY FEELINGS, OF OTHER PEOPLE'S LIES  THEY TELL OF A BATTLE I HAVE FOUGHT MY WHOLE LIFE   THEY SPEAK OF HOW AT NIGHT I PRAY  THEY TELL OF THE PEOPLE WHOM IN MY LIFE I LET S...

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