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This area scrolls, so you can put as much as you like.This area has css elements so you will need to choose b for bold i for italic u for underline or s for strikethrough. Leave those codes with their brackets out if you just want normal text.  Poetry Can Go Here. To Mary I sleep with thee, and wake with thee, And yet thou art not there; I fill my arms with thoughts of thee, And press the common air. Thy eyes are gazing upon mine When thou art out of sight; My lips are always touching thine At morning, noon, and night. I think and speak of other things To keep my mind at rest, But still to thee my memory clings Like love in woman's breast. I hide it from the world's wide eye And think and speak contrary, But soft the wind comes from the sky And whispers tales of Mary. The night-wind whispers in my ear, The moon shines on my face; The burden still of chilling fear I find in every place. The breeze is whispering in the bush, And the leaves fall from the tree, All sighing on, and will not hush, Some pleasant tales of thee. John Clare This area scrolls, so you can put as much as you like.This area has css elements so you will need to choose b for bold i for italic u for underline or s for strikethrough. Leave those codes with their brackets out if you just want normal text. Poetry Can Go Here. To Mary I sleep with thee, and wake with thee, And yet thou art not there; I fill my arms with thoughts of thee, And press the common air. Thy eyes are gazing upon mine When thou art out of sight; My lips are always touching thine At morning, noon, and night. I think and speak of other things To keep my mind at rest, But still to thee my memory clings Like love in woman's breast. I hide it from the world's wide eye And think and speak contrary, But soft the wind comes from the sky And whispers tales of Mary. The night-wind whispers in my ear, The moon shines on my face; The burden still of chilling fear I find in every place. The breeze is whispering in the bush, And the leaves fall from the tree, All sighing on, and will not hush, Some pleasant tales of thee. John Clare N/A Age: N/A Gender: N/A Zodiac: N/A Country: N/A Marital: N/A Whatever: N/A Whatever: N/A Whatever: N/A Whatever: N/A Whatever: N/A Whatever: N/A |
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