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Poetry Critical 2.0
Hey guys, Donald here.
In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.
But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?
Development updates from Twitter:
The old time joys come back to me,
Dreaming of days gone by;
The children in their play I see,
As I unconscious lie.
It seems to me they are right there;
I tuck them in their bed,
And place them in God's mighty care
When evening prayers are said.
When I awake, when morning's come,
The cradle must have fled.
The children and their things are gone
And the old trundle bed.
My heart just stopped, it seems to me;
My eyes in tears, I vow,
When I come to reality
And find them grandpas now.
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