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Schemerende VrijMiBo

tandjes

Het is weekend. Mooi toch ja.

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Prettig weekend. En be nice.

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Rechtdoorzee VrijMiBo

klassiekertje

Het is weekend. De VrijMiBo is niet links. Maar heeft wel veel links.

"I am playing my oldest tunes," declared she,
      "All the old tunes I know,—
Those I learnt ever so long ago."
Why she should think just then she'd play them
       Silence cloaks like snow.

When I returned from the town at nightfall
      Notes continued to pour
As when I had left two hours before:
"It's the very last time," she said in closing;
       "From now I play no more."

A few morns onward found her fading,
      And, as her life outflew,
I thought of her playing her tunes right through;
And I felt she had known of what was coming,
      And wondered how she knew.
Prettig weekend. En be nice.

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Hoerige VrijMiBo

Het is weekend. Alles is te koop.

some say we should keep personal remorse from the
poem,
stay abstract, and there is some reason in this,
but jezus;
twelve poems gone and I don't keep carbons and you have
my
paintings too, my best ones; its stifling:
are you trying to crush me out like the rest of them?
why didn't you take my money? they usually do
from the sleeping drunken pants sick in the corner.

next time take my left arm or a fifty
but not my poems:
I'm not Shakespeare
but sometimes simply
there won't be any more, abstract or otherwise;
there'll always be money and whores and drunkards
down to the last bomb,
but as God said,
crossing his legs,
I see where I have made plenty of poets
but not so very much
poetry.
Prettig weekend. En be nice.

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Alle VrijMiMeisjes (en één jongen) van 2018

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52 plaatjes zeggen meer dan 1000 woorden.

U klikt zich iedere vrijdag weer door allerlei linkjes heen, om toch een beetje te weten wat er op het wereldwijde web te koop is qua dingen. En als laatste (of als eerste) klikt u iedere vrijdag op 'Lees verder'. En we weten allemaal dat u op 'Lees verder' klikt omdat u precies weet wat er na 'Lees verder' komt. U weet in dit topic ook precies wat er na 'Lees verder' komt. Er komt namelijk hetzelfde als wat er iedere vrijdag na de 'Lees verder' komt, alleen dan 52 keer. 52 keer! Klik dan.

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