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On Thursday, August 11, 2022 at 8:41:21 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> Ash Wurthing wrote: 
> 
> > 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!
> While you actually are the one spewing more bullshit than even Donald Trump can manage, on your own limited mental scale, Ash. 

Now that's an accomplishment!  Seeing Trump plead the fifth over 400 times in a single trial.  You seem bitterrly jealous of me with your accusations, Willy wannabe Trump of this dump! mln_