Contribution
From perch to perch, the solitary bird
Hops happily and drops its little turd.
Procrustean
Vainly the fowler's eye
Envisions you in a pie.
Shampoo
Beautiful cloud! with folds so soft and fair,
Please stop dropping water on my hair!
Daydreams
I thought of rainbows and the northern light,
The ocean beating on the Isle of Wight.
Memorials
The bright crests of innumerable waves
Represent as many windswept graves.
Options
Ah! age is drear, and death is cold!
All fatal the stories life has told!
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