Poem of the day
The Bottle Tree
by Eugene Field
A bottle tree bloometh in Winkyway land-
Heigh-ho for a bottle, I say!
A snug little berth in that ship I demand
That rocketh the Bottle-Tree babies away
Where the Bottle Tree bloometh by night and by day
And reacheth its fruit to each wee, dimpled hand;
You take of that fruit as much as you list,
For colic's a nuisance that doesn't exist!
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When we walk to the edge of all the light we have And take the step into the darkness of the unknown We must believe that one of two things wil happen... There will be something solid for us to stand on.. ..... or we will be taught to fly.
Patrick Overton