Classic poem of the day
In that great day,
People, in that great day,
God's a-going to rain down fire.
God's a-going to sit in the middle of the air
To judge the quick and the dead.
Early one of these mornings,
God's a-going to call for Gabriel,
That tall, bright angel, Gabriel;
And God's a-going to say to him: Gabriel,
Blow your silver trumpet,
And wake the living nations.
And Gabriel's going to ask him: Lord,
How loud must I blow it?
And God......
Member poem of the day
You act like a regular here, as if nobody noticed how little your company crosses with ours. While you were evasive, the past four years went on despite you. I guess that's just life. Still, it seems a shame certain small children are forced to choose one or another in light of your absence. No substitute works. And just when they're used to a second rate option, you're back without warning. You stand there expecting a welcoming cheer. It's just like you, leap year.
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