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Jeff Martin Poem
Please excuse typos, grammar, format errors, choice of words, syntax, tic tacs, tie tacks, big macs, cracker jacks, boring facts, silly tricks, pick-up stix, plots, thoughts, good guys, bad guys, bad girls, good girls, whirly girls, gyros, heroes, heroines, gyrenes, jelly beans, trampolines, transformers, bun warmers, sailors, tailors, tattoos, old news, old shoes, pikachus, random clues, bubble gum, bubba gumps, shrimps, chimps, vamps, tramps, stamps, tramp stamps, dogs, cats, carrots, ferrets, parrots etcetera etcetera etcetera. I am making this stuff up as I go.
Copyright © Jeff Martin | Year Posted 2017
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Jeff Martin Poem
They charged the Irish did, into a storm of flying steel and burning lead. Then, came a cry at Heaven’s gate, clear the way, ‘tis the Irish who have met their fate. The gate was opened, and the Irish marched through, the angels saluted, it is said that God did too.
Copyright © Jeff Martin | Year Posted 2017
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