David McCord

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Happiness comes more from loving than being loved; and often when our affection seems wounded it is only our vanity bleeding. To love, and to be hurt often, and to love again—this is the brave and happy life.
J.E Buckrose
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David McCord (December 15, 1897 - April 13, 1997) was a poet and writer of verse for children.

  • I know a little man both ept and ert.
    An intro-? extro-? No, he's just a vert.
    Sheveled and couth and kempt, pecunious, ane,
    His image trudes upon the ceptive brain.

    When life turns sipid and the mind is traught,
    The spirit soars as I would sist it ought.
    Chalantly then, like any gainly goof,
    My digent self is sertive, choate, loof.
    • "Gloss"