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My favouritest poem evuh. I know. Not a word. Robert Frost. This particular poem got me through a lot of crap from junior high all through university, and even now.. Fond memories of this poem written in huge cursive letters in a house shared with my bestest friends.
Of course I don't think it can beat my other all time favourite!
Hee :D
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
so dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
so dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Of course I don't think it can beat my other all time favourite!
Its raining, its pouring,
The old man is snoring,
He went to bed,
And he banged his head,
And he couldn't wake up in the morning!
The old man is snoring,
He went to bed,
And he banged his head,
And he couldn't wake up in the morning!
Hee :D
- Lazin' Around @:Home Sweet Home
- Feellin' Kinda:
bouncy - Groovin' To:Kill The Director - The Wombats
