At night stars are shining in the sky like natural floating light-bulbs. The sun is resting on its perch while the moon takes its place. The moon is waiting watches wondering what’s to be done.
Once there was a dog that was cooler than a cat that wore a hat called a sombrero and he lived like a frog; that is the story of the cool-cat dog.
Right now a baby cried, A woman died. Right now a bluebird was born, A car honked his horn. Last second, someone shared this poem.
PS: the magic page that will always jump you to the latest poem is "http://www.saintannsny.org/depart/computer/poems.html"