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Shanghai’s fog
crawled thick and heavy in my nostrils,
weighed down my lungs,
threatened to smother me with affection;
I watched in fascination
as soot snowed before buildings
we were forbidden to photograph,
Wrote my name...
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This little bag I hope will prove
To be not vainly made —Â
For, if you should a needle want
It will afford you aid.
And as we are about to part
T'will serve another end,
For when you look upon the Bag
You'll recollect your...
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Man's life is laid in the loom of time
To a pattern he does not see,
While the weavers work and the shuttles fly
Till the dawn of etemity.
Some shuttles are filled with silver threads
And some with threads of gold,
While often but...
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The master stood in His garden,
Among the lilies fair,
Which His own right hand had planted,
And trained with tend'rest care.
He looked at their snowy blossoms,
And marked with observant eye
Tlat the flowers were sadly...
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If you hear a kind word spoken
Of some worthy soul you know,
It may fill his heart with sunshine
If you only tell him so.
If a deed, however humble,
Helps you on your way to go,
Seek the one whose hand has helped you,
Seek...
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Six humans trapped by happenstance
In black and bitter cold
Each one possesed a stick of wood,
Or so the story's told.
Their dying fire in need of logs,
The first man held his back,
For on the faces around the fire
He...
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As I walked out one May morning,
Down by a river side,
I overheard a couple discoursing,
Which filled my heart with pride.
May the heavens bless you, fair maid,
Sing me another song,
I wish you were my bride, he said.
Kind...
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Some people say the world's all a stage
Where each plays a part in life,
While others proclaim that life is quite real,
Its joys, its battles, its strife.
Some say it's a joke, we should laugh it along,
Should smile at the knocks and...
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Some people say the world's all a stage
Where each plays a part in life,
While others proclaim that life is quite real,
Its joys, its battles, its strife.
Some say it's a joke, we should laugh it along,
Should smile at the knocks and...
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Upon a Summer's day,
'Bout middle of the morn,
I spy'd a Lass that lay
Stark nak'd as she was born;
'Twas by a running Pool,
Within a meadow green,
And there she lay to cool,
Not thinking to be seen.
Then did she by degrees...
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The World has room for the manly man, with the spirit of manly cheer;
The world delights in the man who smiles when his eyes keep back the tear;
It loves the man who, when things are wrong, can take his place and stand
With his face to the...
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She came tonight as I sat alone..
The girl I used to be....
And she gazed at me with her earnest eye
And questioned reproachfully:
Have you forgotten the many plans
And hopes I had for you?
The great career, the splendid fame,...
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It ain't the failures he may meet
That keeps a man from winnin',
It's the discouragement complete
That blocks a new beginnin';
You want to quit your habits bad,
And, when the shadows flittin'
Make life seem worthless an' sad,
You...
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There's a comforting thought at the close of the day, When I'm weary and lonely and sad, That sort of grips hold of my crusty old heart And bids it be merry and glad. It gets in my soul and it drives out the blues, And finally thrills through and...
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[ A parody on Curfew ]
Slow the Kansas sun was setting o'er the wheat fields far away,
Streaking all the air with cobwebs, at the close of one hot day;
And its last rays kissed the foreheads of a man and maiden fair,
He with...
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Two Pictures hung on the dingy wall
Of a grand old Florentine hall —
One of a child of beauty rare,
With a cherub face and golden hair,
The lovely look of whose radiant eyes
Filled the soul with thoughts of Paradise.
The...
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Perched on a hilltop, far and away,
From the hustle and bustle of life's everyday.
Up in a tree, or down on the ground,
He's in before daylight, without a sound.
In blackness he's waiting, for daylight's reprieve.
Gray takes over,...
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Daylight subsides,
Long shadows hide.
A new night is born
Tomorrow it will storm.
The movement is high,
There's deer nearby.
As I sit in my stand
Nature strikes up the band.
Night sounds abound,
As I smile at the sound....
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Fragrance adds dimensions
rarely thought of by our kind.
The very things we treasure most
are ones to which we're blind.
Have you ever smelled a buck in rut
when you were huntin' deer?
Or sniffed a lilac on the wind
as turkeys...
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And the pin settles,
behind the shoulder's crease,
Your mind is clear and focused,
as the arrow is released.
- Brent Bacon ©
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There's an old familiar feeling
that comes at summer's end.
It comes along each year
just like a welcome friend.
Just as the leaves are changin,'
the kids are back in school,
I head on out to the forest.
It's like a golden rule....
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The Pessimist and Optimist,
appear to disagree.
Their perspectives seem quite contrary,
and that we all can see.
But take a closer look,
It may not be as it seems.
"I have found a point and they concur."
the moderator...
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Why do I feel isolated?
Like I'm the only one
All alone in a big wide world
In which there is no sun
They never know how I feel
For months I couldn't say
Now I want to speak again,
I need others to show me the way
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How many summers, love,
Have I been thine?
How many days, thou dove,
Hast thou been mine?
Time, like the wingèd wind
When 't bends the flowers,
Hath left no mark behind,
To count the hours!
Some weight of...
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We meet 'neath the sounding rafter,
And the walls around are bare;
As they shout back our peals of laughter
It seems that the dead are there.
Then stand to your glasses, steady!
We drink in our comrades' eyes:
One cup to the...
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