Monthly Archives: June 2017

july is nigh

July is nigh He’ll likely fly Summer’s spry Climate’s cry Weather wry Feet will fry June was shy Makes me cry With a sigh July is nigh Advertisements

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frinky

frinky friends make amends mebbe married mebbe not one thing’s for sure they chat a lot frisky whisky may be risky a little drinky a bunch o’ kinky the way life wends the way the body bends frinky friends freaky … Continue reading

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hope

you guide me from the shores of night across the vastness beyond my sight over the deep i tremble with fright you protect me from many a precarious plight beyond what must be and what just might you ride night’s … Continue reading

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Wordsworth on poetry

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility. — William Wordsworth

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