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The Common Law and Equity

The common law is male
Equity is female.
Each needs the other
For justice to be in order.

The common law is lame
Without equity’s fame.
Equity’s a piece of nonsense
Without common law’s presence.

When the conflicts arise,
Equity should stand tall
But upon the common law.
Both make justice rise.

The common law and equity
What a wonderful blend!

poem by Saintmoses Eromosele
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The Dream Goal

I once was playing soccer and scored a goal
it went through the net after hitting the pole
all of the fans were yelling and screaming
for a second there I thought I was dreaming
then went off the cheerleaders and the band
I went in front of the camera and said, ' I'm going to Disneyland.'

poem by Austin Piatt
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Poetry is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.

classic quote by Byron
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Mengcheng Cove

I have a new house, at the mouth of the Mengcheng.
The tree at the old one — the willow — feels more sorrow;

though someone new — I don’t know who — will come,
it still has just sorrow for the previous tenant.

poem by Wang Wei, translated by William P. Coleman
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Requiescat

Tonight my love is sleeping cold
Where none may see and none shall pass.
The daisies quicken in the mold,
And richer fares the meadow grass.

The warding cypress pleads the skies,
The mound goes level in the rain.
My love all cold and silent lies-
Pray God it will not rise again!

poem by Dorothy Parker
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Sunday Morning - VIII

She hears, upon that water without sound,
A voice that cries, "The tomb in Palestine
Is not the porch of spirits lingering.
It is the grave of Jesus, where he lay."
We live in an old chaos of the sun,
Or old dependency of day and night,
Or island solitude, unsponsored, free,
Of that wide water, inescapable.
Deer walk upon our mountains, and the quail
Whistle about us their spontaneous cries;
Sweet berries ripen in the wilderness;
And, in the isolation of the sky,
At evening, casual flocks of pigeons make
Ambiguous undulations as they sink,
Downward to darkness, on extended wings.

poem by Wallace Stevens
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