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Thursday, September 15, 2011

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Poem of the day.

And will he not come again,
and will he not come again?
Go to thy death-bed,
He never will come again,
His bear was a white as snow,
All flaxen was his poll,
He is gone, he is gone,
And we cast away moan,
Gramercy on his soul