Classic poem of the day
Since the Men from a Party, or fear of a Frown,
Are kept by a Sugar-Plumb, quietly down.
Supinely asleep, & depriv'd of their Sight
Are strip'd of their Freedom, & rob'd of their Right.
If the Sons (so degenerate) the Blessing despise,
Let the Daughters of Liberty, nobly arise,
And tho' we've no Voice, but a negative here.
The use of the Taxables, let us forebear,
(Then Merchants import till your Stores are all full
May the Buyers be few &......
Member poem of the day
What’s the reality of a dream
or the truth of a conscious lie?
The wisdom of a foolish whim
about the life after we die?
Is being too good _ bad?
Like an over-ripe fruit is rotten;
Is being godly _ fanatical a tad?
Like vows taken in jest and forgotten.
Can you hear the sound of silence
Or see the blinding light of the night?
Can you trust the religion of science
Or envision the frailty of the might?
Do you se...
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