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There Was A Young Lady Named Simone

There was a young lady named Simone
Who lived in a haunted house alone.
In the depths of the dark
She would sing like a lark
And the ghosts would sigh and moan!

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There Once Was A Snowwoman Named Moriah

There once was a snowwoman named Moriah
Who warmed herself by my fire.
She wore a coat of felt
And soon did melt.
O what a foolish desire for fire!

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This Snow

This snow
Fall
Will cover all.
But I know
That the click clack
Of heel
Will reveal
The black
Tarmac underneath.
And when the snow does cease
The path to my door
Shall be covered no more.

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There Was A Young Lady Named Ruth

There was a young lady named Ruth
Who bought a place in Maynooth.
It was an historic hall
As I recall,
But alas it had no roof!

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Can All This Water Cleanse My Thought

Can all this water
Cleanse my thought?
Is and ought.
The daughter
Of Eve
Will leave
Behind
A mind
(Mine)
Dwelling
On women and wine.
There is no telling
Where this will end.

As a boy
I took joy
In a pretend
Friend.
As an adult
The result
Is lies
And sighs.
Would that I could
Gaze with quietude
Into those eyes,
But no, I should not intrude

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Bits Of Data Fly

Bits of data
Fly.
Sooner or later
I shall die.

I
Wonder why
I
Should care
Where
My words will go
For I know
That the winter snow
Will cover all.

Perhaps a few may recall
A word I said
When I am dead.
But in my graveyard plot
I shall know it not.

Why this conceit
On my part
that others should repeat
Let alone understand what lay in my heart?

I would
Do good
But know
I have not always done so.

Sitting here in this winter weather
I see a feather
Float on high
Through indifferent sky.
The wi...

You Stayed For A While

You stayed for a while
And made me smile.
Then, when you where gone
I thought on
Guile
And those who choose
To lose
Their time
In rhyme.
And how verse can not feed
The poet’s every need

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To My Dog, Trigger Who Wagged His Tail In Sleep

You wag your tail in sleep
And I see
In thee
Me.
Should I smile or weep?

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There Was A Young Author Named Hook

There was a young author named Hook
Who said “I haven’t sold a single book!”.
He climbed a tree most high
And prayed to the sky
And all the birds did look …!

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