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A poem I wrote while I was feeling bored. Have fun trying to figure out what it's about. Don't forget to review. The weeping rose Soars the singing ice-thrush, Above the winds and snows, Beyond the frosted glaze-spring, Before the weeping rose. The thrush is but a single bird. But...

Now Iapetus took to wife the neat-ankled mad Clymene, daughter of Ocean, and went up with her into one bed. And she bare him a stout-hearted son, Atlas: also she bare very glorious Menoetius and clever Prometheus, full of various wiles, and scatter-brained Epimetheus who from the first was a...