Back In The Saddle Poems - Poems about Back In The Saddle

Lisa comes into my room and flops on the bed. The day had been uncompromisingly gray, windy and cold. The night sky was a snowy, blowing darkness, an absolute void that absorbed the campus lights and reflected nothing back. “I’m missing Spring Break,” Lisa she says. “It doesn’t even seem like Spring Break happened,” I say....

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Back in the saddle, a familiar old tune Ain't as agile as when I was a young buffoon Drove girls squirrelly With lingo so syrupy Talk of the town even made old grannies swoon...

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Back in the saddle, a familiar old tune Ain't as agile as when I was a young buffoon Drove girls squirrelly With lingo so syrupy Talk of the town even made old grannies swoon...

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Sully* was back in the saddle up the creek without a paddle Meenie stole his hat followed a stout rat With cookies his hands did meddle Sully* is Sullivan my pet simian ghost Meenie is my cat Both are naughty...

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After hearing from Brick over the phone saying he needed a lift, Bill cradled the phone, adjusted his shoulder holster, slipped on his jacket and carefully donned his beloved Stetson. He skipped down the stairs to the mini parking lot where he recently paid to park his car just for the convenience of it all....

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Brick had seen his share of hospitals and had been to Saint Cecelia's more than once, on occasion, a perp would get banged up you know, during an arrest... on occasion! He was just waiting for the X-Ray results before he made his way home, but he had to make a couple of calls after he got kicked loose. First he...

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When I was a child I liked to go on horse rides It felt grant to sit On top of this beast so gigantic And learn to have it follow Commands, finding control. There upon Marquis, the horse That I dearly loved I could find a bond. Of each other we were so fond An invisible give and take With nature, there was no mistake. One afternoon...

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Dancin' with the dead, Becomin' familiar to me... Missin' my soup pals, That you can see, 10 days in the ward Warding off death, 10 days never knowing, Which might be my last breath, There is no fear, Regardless of fate, It's merely a question, Sooner or late... You will join me too... Somewhere down the road... We'll write funny poems together, Hope I don't have to goad... But now to...

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