I think that I shall never see ...
Into the valley of Death ...
But I have promises to keep ...
How do I love thee?
Once upon a midnight dreary ...
By the shore of Gitche Gumee ...
Out of the night that covers me ...
The world is so full of a number of things ...
He was my North, my South, my East and West ...
ANSWERS
A poem lovely as a tree.
Rode the six hundred.
And miles to go before I sleep.
Let me count the ways.
While I pondered, weak and weary.
By the shining Big-Sea-Water.
Black as the pit from pole to pole.
I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.
My working week and my Sunday rest.
Food on 07/19/2017