Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
Picture Poem #209 (From, This is my Wasteland)
Young limbs
longing and feeling inside
space into being
dawn growing
to shine
like ample beach
where rounds run
poem
by
Peter S. Quinn
solid border
dashed border
dotted border
double border
groove border
ridge border
inset border
outset border
no border
blue
green
red
purple
cyan
gold
silver
black