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On Thursday, August 11, 2022 at 11:23:41 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Saturday, July 30, 2022 at 2:38:18 PM UTC-4, NancyGene wrote:
> > On Saturday, July 30, 2022 at 6:16:29 PM UTC, george...@yahoo.ca wrote: 
> > > 
> > > > Today's poem on Penny's Poetry Blog: 
> > > > A July Day, by Eben E. Rexford 
> > > > [...] 
> > > > A glory wraps the hills, and seems 
> > > > To weave an atmosphere of dreams 
> > > > [...] 
> > > > https://gdancesbetty.blogspot.com/2022/07/a-july-day-eben-e-rexford.html 
> > > > 
> > > > Picture: William Merritt Chase (1849-1916), Summer at Shinnecock Hills, 
> > > > 1891. Public domain, Wikimedia Commons
> > > What a boring, sing-song poem 
> 
> Like I said, look who's talking.
> You and Michael Pendragon specialize in dreary sing-song, second handed rhymes, Nancy Gene.
> And so it goes.
> > ! We saw this review of Mr. Rexford's ability as a poet: 
> > > 
> > > “Most of his poems are as far on the lugubrious side as are the poems of a certain recent popular poet on the pollyanna, but they are just as bad, and are reminiscent of the poems of Emmeline Grangerford.” 
> > >
> > > “The House of Beadle & Adams and its Dime and Nickel Novels: The Story of a Vanished Literature” by Albert Johannsen (c1950). 
> > > https://www.ulib.niu.edu/badndp/rexford_eben.html 
> > > 
> > > Full poem: 
> > > 
> > > "A July Day 
> > > by Eben Eugene Rexford 
> > > In idle mood, this happy day, 
> > > I let the moments drift away; 
> > > I lie among the tangled grass 
> > > And watch the crinkling billows pass 
> > > O'er seas of clover. Like a tide 
> > > That sets across the meadow wide, 
> > > The crimson-crested ripples run 
> > > From isles of shade to shores of sun; 
> > > And one white lily seems to be 
> > > A sail upon this summer sea, 
> > > Blown northward, bringing me, to-day, 
> > > A fragrant freight from far Cathay. 
> > > 
> > > Low as the wind that waves the rose 
> > > In gardens where the poppy grows, 
> > > And sweet as bells heard far away, 
> > > A robin sings his song to-day; 
> > > Sings softly, by his hidden nest, 
> > > A little roundelay of rest; 
> > > And as the wind his dwelling swings 
> > > He dreams his dream of unfledged wings, 
> > > While, blending with his song, I hear 
> > > A brook's low babble, somewhere near.
> > > A glory wraps the hills, and seems 
> > > To weave an atmosphere of dreams
> > > About the mountain's kingly crest 
> > > As sinks the sun adown the west. 
> > > Earth seems to sit with folded hands 
> > > In peace he only understands 
> > > Who has no care, no vain regret, 
> > > No sorrow he would fain forget, 
> > > And like a child upon her breast 
> > > I lie, this happy day, and rest. 
> > > 
> > > The " green things growing " whisper me 
> > > Of many an earth-old mystery; 
> > > Of blossoms hiding in the mold, 
> > > And what the acorn-cups enfold; 
> > > Of life unseen by eyes too dim 
> > > To look through Nature up to Him 
> > > Who writes the poem of the year 
> > > For human heart, and eye, and ear. 
> > > 
> > > O summer day, surpassing fair, 
> > > With hints of heaven in earth and air, 
> > > Not long I keep you in my hold — 
> > > The book is closed — the tale is told. 
> > > The valley fills with amber mist; 
> > > The sky is gold and amethyst. 
> > > Soft, soft and low, and silver clear 
> > > The robin's vesper hymn I hear, 
> > > And see the stars lit, one by one. 
> > > The happy summer day is done."
> ...

Like I said tyrant, ust like Trump, you've know that you can outright do what you call is wrong- right in people's faces and then try to tell people you didn't, because you know your lackeys will accept anything you say as gospel, like a Fundie minister.

You have been great inspiration for writings against the alt Right, so I must thank you for being such a willing heel!