Atameros (John Beevers Poems)
The palace with revolving doors was mineAnd three of us went up its stepsTo the tall room whose walls were ...
The palace with revolving doors was mineAnd three of us went up its stepsTo the tall room whose walls were ...
He's struttin' sho ernuff,Wearin' a lady's muffEn' ways erpon his head,Red coat ob reddest red,Purtty white satin ves',Gole braid ercross ...
Sing me to sleep when I go West; But sing you, soft and low,No song from the olden masters' best, ...
Said President MacConnachie to Treasurer MacCall: "We ought to have a piper for our next Saint Andrew's Ball. Yon squakin' ...
Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame. Take the moral law and make a nave of it And from the nave ...
DRUM on your drums, batter on your banjoes, sob on the long cool winding saxophones. Go to it, O jazzmen. ...
THE BALLOONS hang on wires in the Marigold Gardens. They spot their yellow and gold, they juggle their blue and ...
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