Beleaguered past rued in rushes
Hopped to stops at some gushes
Sparkled swank vague tomorrows
Fertile buds withered to harrows
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At dawn I had a dream Of your favourable glance How more wonderful stages dreams Have than wakefulness...
'Loved and told, utopian tales. Suffered miseries, driven nails. Sun now shines! O’ make your hay stack up yum an heap your tray'... striking lines...a lot of punch there...really liked...10
congratulation for me..this is first comment iam able to comment today as you know i always face trouble in commenting which last many days...thank you..i was lucky to start with you..regards for you and allan poe..