Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth,
Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes.
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Good poetry seems too simple and natural a thing that when we meet it we wonder that all men are not always poets. Poetry is nothing but healthy speech
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Beside an incubator stood
The would-be mother of a brood.
With drooping wings and nodding head,
These are the clucked-out words she said:
"O, vile invention of the age,