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can i put some of my fave poems in A-text so i can show it to people when they play POKEMON EVOLUTION(Pokemon ruby hack; hacked by me)???
some of me fave poems!!!
Lazy Mary Will You Get Up?
Lazy Mary, will you get up?
Will you get up, will you get up?
Lazy Mary, will you get up,
So early in the morning.
No, dear mother, I won't get up,
I won't get up, I won't get up,
No, dear mother, I won't get up,
So early in the morning.
What'll you give me for my for my breakfast?
For my breakfast, for my breakfast?
A little bowl of bread and milk,
So early in the morning.
Then, dear mother, I won't get up,
I won't get up, I won't get up,
Then, dear mother, I won't get up,
So early in the morning.
A nice young man with rosey cheeks,
With rosey cheeks, with rosey cheeks
Then, dear mother, I will get up,
So early in the morning.
The Daffodils
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A Poet could not be but gay
In such a jocund company!
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Tiger Tiger
Tiger Tiger burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wing dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
On what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart
And when thy heart began to beat?
What Dread hand? And what dread feet?
What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp?
Done its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger Tiger burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
some of me fave poems!!!
Lazy Mary Will You Get Up?
Lazy Mary, will you get up?
Will you get up, will you get up?
Lazy Mary, will you get up,
So early in the morning.
No, dear mother, I won't get up,
I won't get up, I won't get up,
No, dear mother, I won't get up,
So early in the morning.
What'll you give me for my for my breakfast?
For my breakfast, for my breakfast?
A little bowl of bread and milk,
So early in the morning.
Then, dear mother, I won't get up,
I won't get up, I won't get up,
Then, dear mother, I won't get up,
So early in the morning.
A nice young man with rosey cheeks,
With rosey cheeks, with rosey cheeks
Then, dear mother, I will get up,
So early in the morning.
The Daffodils
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A Poet could not be but gay
In such a jocund company!
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Tiger Tiger
Tiger Tiger burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wing dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
On what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart
And when thy heart began to beat?
What Dread hand? And what dread feet?
What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp?
Done its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger Tiger burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?