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Post by Lily on Jun 2, 2024 22:12:11 GMT -5
No P.
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Post by Twinkle (My Sweet Angel) on Jun 3, 2024 11:09:57 GMT -5
Is there an F?
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Post by Lily on Jun 3, 2024 14:55:18 GMT -5
One F.
Nor cares when Frost sta_ _s o'er her way An_ t_rns her a_ _ _rn _oc_s to _ray.
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Post by Coco on Jun 4, 2024 20:52:48 GMT -5
Is there a G?
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Post by Lily on Jun 5, 2024 0:31:24 GMT -5
One G.
Nor cares when Frost sta_ _s o'er her way An_ t_rns her a_ _ _rn _oc_s to gray.
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Post by Coco on Jun 6, 2024 20:04:47 GMT -5
Is there an L?
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Post by Lily on Jun 6, 2024 22:57:37 GMT -5
Two L's.
Nor cares when Frost stal_s o'er her way An_ t_rns her a_ _ _rn loc_s to gray.
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Post by Twinkle (My Sweet Angel) on Jun 7, 2024 10:25:51 GMT -5
K please
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Post by Lily on Jun 7, 2024 14:04:28 GMT -5
Two K's.
Nor cares when Frost stalks o'er her way An_ t_rns her a_ _ _rn locks to gray.
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Post by Bunty on Jun 8, 2024 9:19:50 GMT -5
Nor cares when Frost stalks her o'er way and turns her auburn locks to gray
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Post by Coco on Jun 8, 2024 21:28:50 GMT -5
Looks good to me. How about it, Lily?
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Post by Lily on Jun 9, 2024 12:07:29 GMT -5
That's right! Here's the whole poem:
October
Paul Laurence Dunbar 1872 – 1906
October is the treasurer of the year, And all the months pay bounty to her store; The fields and orchards still their tribute bear, And fill her brimming coffers more and more
But she, with youthful lavishness, Spends all her wealth in gaudy dress, And deckes herself in garments bold Of scarlet, purple, red, and gold
She heedeth not how swift the hours fly, But smiles and sings her happy life along; She only sees above a shining sky; She only hears the breezes’ voice in song.
Her garments trail the woodlands through, And gather pearls of early dew That sparkle, till the roguish Sun Creeps up and steals them every one.
But what cares she that jewels should be lost, When all of Nature’s bounteous wealth is hers? Though princely fortunes may have been their cost, Not one regret her calm demeanor stirs.
Whole-hearted, happy, careless, free, She lives her life out joyously, Nor cares when Frost stalks o’er her way And turns her auburn locks to gray.
poets.org/poem/october-2
NEW POEM TOMORROW!
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Post by Coco on Jun 9, 2024 20:07:08 GMT -5
Beautiful poem!
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Post by Lily on Jun 10, 2024 13:20:30 GMT -5
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Post by Coco on Jun 11, 2024 20:28:40 GMT -5
Is there a C?
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