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Hope...
written by TimmyLeeWitha&E07:14 AM 11/23/04Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And the sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by lilyqueen777 (11-23-2004 - 04:56 PM)
| I heard this poem before, and i really like it :) I did a poem on hope too. |
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