Bocce Poems - Poems about Bocce

...flying around in the attic crashing into the walls these dark angels never sleep circle games and bocce balls old men on sidewalks blind canes tapping faucets dripping iron ghosts, ghosts I ......

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...I read that they sold, the Days Inn now. Each day that I pass by I am reminded it was the last place that my father stayed before he died. I remember sitting by the pool and releasing the......

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...Risen from the ashes of a time gone by... Out of the 1900's and brought back into the present, recreation of a simple, peaceful time of moments past. The grand entrance with its pebble stone dri......

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...I remember many things from my childhood Twelve of us in the house and where it proudly stood On a busy tree lined street in a smaller city A picture perfect childhood, a neighborhood so pret......

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