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He went out one lovely night
To call upon a miss,
And when he reached her residence
this.
like
stairs
up
ran
He
Her pap met him at the door,
He didn't met the miss.
He'll not go there again though
for
he
went
down
stairs
like
this.
Not Poems(不算诗）
Eat
Eat
Eat
Eat
Fat
Fat
Fat
Suicide（自杀）
He rocked the boat,
Did Ezra Shrank.
These bubbles mark
o
o
o
o
o
Where Ezra sank.
 To the top(回页首)
Ode(赞歌）to a Goldfish
by Gyles Brandreth
O
Wet
Pet!
This is the shortest poem in the history of English literature
Seasons（四季）
Spring is green,
Summer is bright,
Autumn is gold,
Winter is white.
Year in year out,
We work and fight,
For a new world, of red sunlight.
To Sleep
by John Keats
O soft embalmer of the still midnight,
Shutting with careful fingers and benign Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close
In midst of this thine hymn my willing eyes,
Or wait the amen ere thy poppy throws
Around my bed its lulling charities.
Then save me, or the passed day will shine
Upon my pillow, breeding many woes;
Save me from curious conscience, that still lords
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;
Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,
And seal the hushed casket of my soul.
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