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Random Poem of the Day

1Green mountains bar the northern sky;
2    White water girds the eastern town.
3Here is the place to say goodbye;
4    You’ll drift like lonely thistledown.
5With floating cloud you’ll float away;
6    Like parting day I’ll part from you.
7You wave your hand and go your way;
8    Our seeds still neigh, “Adieu, adieu!”