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without a name Face 01 September 2011

you're very good. I hope you keep it up, and don't be discouraged... I'm surprised i'm the first to comment about you.. you're a real talent.

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isabella Francis 11 April 2012

You've got a great fan of yours in me. I love all your poems. I may not have commented on a few of them but that's my fault because I didn't understand them. Love the way you write. Please never stop writing.

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Elke Seven 09 November 2011

Please delet my poem, I Did Not Take My Children There, from your list poems. I submitted it and it was erroneously added to your poems. Thanks, Elke Nigro

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Ricky Bingenheimer 10 October 2011

a poet with potential in their pocket. strong in opinion and voice with objective in mind. try some free verse too

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Cassandra ? 26 September 2011

Wow, I really love your sadistic man poem. Your really good. :)

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without a name Face 01 September 2011

you're very good. I hope you keep it up, and don't be discouraged... I'm surprised i'm the first to comment about you.. you're a real talent.

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POEM OF THE DAY
Of The Four Ages Of Man

Lo, now four other act upon the stage,
Childhood and Youth, the Many and Old age:
The first son unto phlegm, grandchild to water,
Unstable, supple, cold and moist's his nature
The second, frolic, claims his pedigree
From blood and air, for hot and moist is he.
The third of fire and choler is compos'd,
Vindicative and quarrelsome dispos'd.
The last of earth and heavy melancholy,
Solid, hating all lightness and all folly.
Childhood was cloth'd in white and green to show
His spring was intermixed with some snow:
Upon his head nature a garland set
Of Primrose, Daisy and the Violet.
Such cold mean flowers the spring puts forth betime,
Before the sun hath thoroughly heat the clime.
His hobby striding did not ride but run,
And in his hand an hour-glass new begun,
In danger every moment of a fall,
And when 't is broke then ends his life and all:
But if he hold till it have run its last,
Then may he live out threescore years or past.
Next Youth came up in gorgeous attire
(As that fond age doth most of all desire),
His suit of crimson and his scarf of green,
His pride in's countenance was quickly seen;
Garland of roses, pinks and gillyflowers
Seemed on's head to grow bedew'd with showers.
His face as fresh as is Aurora fair,
When blushing she first 'gins to light the air.

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