They have watered the street, / It shines in the glare of lamps, / Cold, white lamps, And lies / Like a slow-moving river

Life is a stream / On which we strew / Petal by petal the flower of our heart;

The daisy hugging the earth / in August, ha!

Don't worry about the Alex / She's all bark and no bite.

A treasurer of immortal days, / I roam the glorious world giving endless praise,

The river, curling softly by, / Whispers and dimples round its quiet gray stones.

After getting my report card / I knew it was time to hit the books.

The earth is the cup of the sun, / That filleth at morning

An old willow with hollow branches / slowly swayed his few high tendrils / and sang:

Both bees and buzzers buzz

Oh, never, if I live to a million, / Shall I feel such a grievous pain.

All round the house is the jet-black night; / It stares through the window-pane;

But words are things, and a small drop of ink, / Falling, like dew, upon a thought produces

•It's a bit yellow - while describing a very yellow canary.

•I wouldn't say he was thin - describing a very obese person

•I know a little about running a company - comment by a successful businessman

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