JOY COMES IN THE MORNING
NIGHT IS FAR SPENT
DAY IS AT HAND
DARKNESS MAY LAST FOR NIGHT TIME
JOY COMES IN THE MORNING
JOY COMES IN THE MORNING
I SAY JOY COMES IN THE MORNING
SADNESS MAY LAST FOR NIGHT TIME
BUT JOY COMES IN THE MORNING.
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| JOY COMES IN THE MORNING | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
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