My Typewriter (Robert William Service Poems)
I used to think a pot of ink Held magic in its fluid, And I would ply a pen when ...
I used to think a pot of ink Held magic in its fluid, And I would ply a pen when ...
He sleeps beside me in the bed; Upon my breast I hold his head; Oh how I would that we ...
"The aristocratic ne'er-do-well in Canada frequently finds his way into the ranks of the Royal North-West Mounted Police." -- Extract. ...
Me and Ed and a stretcher Out on the nootral ground. (If there's one dead corpse, I'll betcher There's a ...
On the ragged edge of the world I'll roam, And the home of the wolf shall be my home, And ...
Your children grow from you apart, Afar and still afar; And yet it should rejoice your heart To see how ...
My mother loved her horses and Her hounds of pedigree; She did not kiss the baby hand I held to ...
They say that Monte Carlo is A sunny place for shady people; But I'm not in the gambling biz, And ...
But yesterday I banked on fistic fame, Figgerin' I'd be a champion of the Ring. Today I've half a mind ...
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