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John Freeman Poems

  • Your Shadow
    From Swindon out to White Horse Hill
    I walked, in morning rain,
    And saw your shadow lying there.
    As clear and plain...
  • You That Were
    You that were
    Half my life ere life was mine;
    You that on my shape the sign
    Set of yours;...
  • Wonder
    Following upon the faint wind's fickle courses
    A feather drifts and strays.
    My thought after her thought
    Floated-how many ways and days!...
  • Wisdom And A Mother
    Why, mourner, do you mourn, nor see
    The heavenly Earth's felicity?

    I mourn for him, my Dearest, lost,...
  • Wilder Music
    Came the same cuckoo's cry
    All day across the mead.
    Flitted the butterfly
    All day dittering over my head....
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Light 103 Dark 94 Wind 84 Night 76 Thought 61 Bright 59 I Love You 58 Love 58 White 55 Green 55


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Fulllife_ebooks: john freeman looked around the countrysides and said "its a good day to do what has to be done by me and help my brother to defeat the enemys"
Fulllife_ebooks: "i know his weakness now" john freeman said. and after that he got emails from someone. john freeman opened up the emails and read them.
Mistersalesman: what is your favorite morgan freeman movie?
Fulllife_ebooks: john freeman fired his bullet from teh gun really fast and the bullets went and shot the final boss in the eyes & the final boss couldnt see.
Fulllife_ebooks: john freeman looked at it and got sad and yelled "i will kill the boss and gordon freeman will be happy soul!" then he turned on off the computer and wet on the platform again down to his other more faster motorcycle that had gas in it this time.
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A Tragedy
 by Edith Nesbit

Among his books he sits all day
To think and read and write;
He does not smell the new-mown hay,
The roses red and white.

I walk among them all alone,
His silly, stupid wife;
The world seems tasteless, dead and done -
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