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Buttprints in the Sand
One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of my precious Lord,
But mine were not along the shore.
But then some stranger prints appeared,
And I asked the Lord, "What have we here?"
Those prints are large and round and neat,
But Lord, they are too big for feet."
"My child," He said in somber tones,
"For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait.
"You disobeyed, you would not grow,
The walk of faith, you would not know,
So I got tired, I got fed up,
And there I dropped you on your butt.
"Because in life, there comes a time,
When one must fight, and one must climb,
When one must rise and take a stand,
Or leave their buttprints in the sand."
Author Unknown
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Some notorious lines of poetry attributed to Samuel Taylor Coleridge:
It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
'By thy long beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?
...Then skip a few odious lines...
At length did cross an Albatross,
Through the fog it came;
As if it had been a Christian soul,
We hail'd it in God's name.
...Maybe skip a few more odious lines...
Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.
...The inundation begins to nauseate me. Omit a lot more...
Instead of the cross,
the Albatross
About my neck was hung.
...Oh, turn it off!...
THE END
Look what profound ineptitude by the untutored but renowned poet. Uh, I'm dumfounded, dumfounded! O fury! Unwept, unhonoured, undone!
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