Poems

Little Mack

Little Mack This talk about the journalists that run the East is bosh, We’ve got a Western editor that’s little, but, O gosh! He lives here […]

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Little Willie

Little Willie When Willie was a little boy, No more than five or six, Right constantly he did annoy His mother with his tricks. Yet not […]

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Little-oh dear

Little-oh dear See, what a wonderful garden is here, Planted and trimmed for my Little-Oh-Dear! Posies so gaudy and grass of such brown – Search ye […]

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Long ago

Long ago I once knew all the birds that came And nested in our orchard trees; For every flower I had a name– My friends were […]

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Love song–heine

Love song–heine Many a beauteous flower doth spring From the tears that flood my eyes, And the nightingale doth sing In the burthen of my sighs. […]

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