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Sun in the night, everyone is together,
Ascending into the heavens, life is forever.
-- Brand X, "Moroccan Roll/Sun in the Night"
The Worst American Poet
Julia Moore, "the Sweet Singer of Michigan" (1847-1920) was so bad that
Mark Twain said her first book gave him joy for 20 years.
Her verse was mainly concerned with violent death -- the great fire
of Chicago and the yellow fever epidemic proved natural subjects for her pen.
Whether death
🐛 -- 📗 -- 🚕 -- 💃 -- 🎫 -- 🎁 -- 📘 -- 🌋 -- 📗 -- 🐊 -- 🚘 -- 📀 -- 🐠 -- 🔋 -- 🍆
…………………...☼☼
……………… …*•○♥○•*
……………… .*♥♫♀♂♫♥*’
………..……*♥•♦►♫◄••♥*
……………*♥☺▬♥☺♥▬☺♥*
………….*♥•♥▬#♠ ♥#▬♥•*♥*
…………*♥♫♥♥▬♫♥ ♥♫▬♥*♫*
………*♥☺♥☺♥♫*♣♥♫♥☺♥☺ ♥*
…….*♥♣♫♥♣♥❆♥❉♥✻♥❆♥❉♣♥*
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