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please i want a poem very quickly

2007-03-27 18:06:27 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous in Arts & Humanities Books & Authors

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Heat felt through a light summer cover,
Heat from a body now next to mine;
I went to sleep without my lover,
Now she's awakened me; we'll be fine.

Softly I whisper, 'I love you, dear',
Against my back feel a wriggle;
Now - what bliss! - she's, uh, licking my ear??
It's our !%*# DOG! Don't you giggle!

BOOT!!
YELP!!

(By me - sorry about the poor quality, you did say FAST!)

2007-03-27 18:10:46 · answer #1 · answered by Husker41 7 · 0 1

Hope is the thing...


Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.


- Emily Dickinson

2007-03-27 18:09:21 · answer #2 · answered by Stormy 4 · 1 0

I LIKE THIS ONE
EDGAR ALLEN POE
DREAM
Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!
My spirit not awakening, till the beam
Of an Eternity should bring the morrow.
Yes! tho' that long dream were of hopeless sorrow,
'Twere better than the cold reality
Of waking life, to him whose heart must be,
And hath been still, upon the lovely earth,
A chaos of deep passion, from his birth.
But should it be- that dream eternally
Continuing- as dreams have been to me
In my young boyhood- should it thus be given,
'Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven.
For I have revell'd, when the sun was bright
I' the summer sky, in dreams of living light
And loveliness,- have left my very heart
In climes of my imagining, apart
From mine own home, with beings that have been
Of mine own thought- what more could I have seen?
'Twas once- and only once- and the wild hour
From my remembrance shall not pass- some power
Or spell had bound me- 'twas the chilly wind
Came o'er me in the night, and left behind
Its image on my spirit- or the moon
Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon
Too coldly- or the stars- howe'er it was
That dream was as that night-wind- let it pass.
S

2007-03-27 18:19:57 · answer #3 · answered by GreenEyes 7 · 0 0

roses are red.
violets are blue.
you got this rhyme
by asking yahoo

2007-03-27 18:09:47 · answer #4 · answered by Kevin 6 · 0 1

roses are red,
violets are blue,
sugar is sweet,
and so are you.

2007-03-27 18:09:01 · answer #5 · answered by chickbeepink 2 · 0 1

i know what i know
i dont know what i dont know

2007-03-27 18:13:30 · answer #6 · answered by artventura_maruf 1 · 0 1

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2007-03-27 18:09:34 · answer #7 · answered by markmccloud_1 4 · 0 1

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