There Was A Little Girl

There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good,
She was very good indeed,
But when she was bad she was horrid.

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Nice one, just like my poem LAST DAYS OF MY DIRGE
Morning drinks my silent tear, And evening winds my sorrow bear. Simply superb expressions.
awsome! excellent. how lirical
A pretty enough little poem but far from Blake's most stunning and timeless pieces. What is notable is the shitty orthography available in the publication space of PoemHunter.com and the sloppiness of presentation demonstrated with this poem. The He and She should be pulled out in the margin like dramatic instruction, not enjambed into the stanzas. And how about a proper line break between the first and second stanza. Just shoddy work on the part of the admins here.
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