Classic poem of the day
You have no enemies, you say?
Alas! my friend, the boast is poor;
He who has mingled in the fray
Of duty, that the brave endure,
Must have made foes! If you have none,
Small is the work that you have done.
You've hit no traitor on the hip,
You've dashed no cup from perjured lip,
You've never turned the wrong to right,
You've been a coward in the fight.
member poem of the day
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Loop-de-loop lotus lightweight limerick,
laughter lattice lampoon laden labyrinthine label,
light-hearted leonine loyal luscious,
lucid lissome leisurely land loper’s locket.
Lopsided lounge lizard’s love-lies-bleeding loose-leaf.