The Summer of Stitches (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Twelve trips to the doctor, a number of cuts, scrapes, gashes marked that summer of accidents and mishaps of youthful ...
Twelve trips to the doctor, a number of cuts, scrapes, gashes marked that summer of accidents and mishaps of youthful ...
A certain smell distinct and acrid mold in the memories the boxes of our past saved too long in the ...
Oh how to tell the tale to spin the yarn, to pull you in Bring you along, down memory road ...
White knuckles on the wheel holding fast to my lane between the wiper strokes and blur of reckless drivers on ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
EXAMPLE often proves of sov'reign use; At other times it cherishes abuse; 'Tis not my purpose, howsoe'er, to tell Which ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
SOLICITED I've been to give a tale, In which (though true, decorum must prevail), The subject from a picture shall ...
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
WHEN William went from home (a trader styled): Six months his better half he left with child, A simple, comely, ...
HOWEVER exquisite we BEAUTY find, It satiates sense, and palls upon the mind: Brown bread as well as white must ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
IN ev'ry age, at Naples, we are told, Intrigue and gallantry reign uncontrolled; With beauteous objects in abundance blessed. No ...
IN life oft ills from self-imprudence spring; As proof, Candaules' story we will bring; In folly's scenes the king was ...
Her teacher's certainty it must be Mabel Made Maple first take notice of her name. She asked her father and ...
I went to turn the grass once after one Who mowed it in the dew before the sun. The dew ...
LOVERS, forget your love, And list to the love of these, She a window flower, And he a winter breeze. ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
Amber husk fluted with gold, fruit on the sand marked with a rich grain, treasure spilled near the shrub-pines to ...
Were it to be the last How infinite would be What we did not suspect was marked -- Our final ...
Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days -- Myself had just to earn ...
I am alive -- I guess -- The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory -- And at ...
We came to find the place contained in legendary tracts, the hidden land of fulsome wealth that we had sorely ...
I How should I seek to make a song for thee When all my music is to moan thy name? ...
I How should I seek to make a song for thee When all my music is to moan thy name? ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top Blood -- blood and torn grass -- Had marked the rise of ...
The day was wet, the rain fell souse Like jars of strawberry jam, a sound was heard in the ...
''Tis the voice of the Lobster: I heard him declare 'You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my ...
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