What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
— Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons…
– Wilfred Owen
Doing poems is dangerous. All it takes is one line to get you hooked.
True, I wrote a limerick when I was a kid and now I’m begging for sonnets on skid row.
Here’s a free one to keep the shakes away:
How Do I Love Thee? By Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.Edit: Kind internet stranger pointed out to fix the formatting issue,
This is Markdown, like Reddit. There is an easy fix, and you don’t need bullets (though that did the job in a pinch, good thinking). Check it out:
If you put two spaces after every line before the line break, they will display as separate lines.
Without the spaces, the line breaks don’t matter and you end up with a big paragraph.
I usually do four spaces just because, but two spaces should do the job.
Try it.
Thank God for Alabama. Now people can’t look at my state (FL) like we’ve got all the idiots. We have a surplus, to be sure, but 'Bama has some stellar examples of their own.
Tuberville lives in the panhandle. Sorry.
I can’t win.
Look on the bright side: you’re probably almost a thousand miles from Ted Cruz!
And even more so in the winter.
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