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Weekly Contest

No contests this week.

Classic poem of the day

A road might lead to anywhere —

To harbor towns and quays,

Or to a witch's pointed house

Hidden by bristly trees.

It might lead past the tailor's door,

Where he sews with needle and thread,

Or by Miss Pim the milliner's,

With her hats for every head.

It might be a road to a great, dark cave

With treasure and gold piled high,

Or a road with a mountain tied to its end,

Blue-humped against the sky.

Oh, a road might lead you anywhere —

To Mexico or Maine.

But then, it might just fool you, and —

Lead you back home again!

member poem of the day

Crazy bitch

You are never happy

All you do is sit and cry


Crazy bitch

What's your problem


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