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Originally Posted by Roy White
I downloaded this one and read one of the poems at Random... Totally awesome poetry...
Check this out...
"An Autumn Reverie
Alas! Beautiful Summer now hath fled,
And the face of Nature doth seem dead,
And the leaves are withered, and falling off the trees,
By the nipping and chilling autumnal breeze.
The pleasures of the little birds are all fled,
And with the cold many of them will be found dead,
Because the leaves of the trees are scattered in the blast,
And makes the feathered creatures feel downcast."
Whoa.. I guess when yer dead you feel pretty downcast!
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Hi, Roy:
Yes, McGonagall had a genius for making the dead seem really dead.
Don