Bordellos Poems - Poems about Bordellos

...I look back to the halcyon days When Mrs Johnson, A comely widow, ran fruitful Errands for the new railway, and for Our undeveloped district. A frail, little maid in green cardigan And sable wo......

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...This is when the old and the young, beasts and confraternal drunks damn the consequences of death lying porous on crossroads upon bifurcated paths, fractured junctions and ceremonial cul-de-sacs......

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... With all the world a thousand feet below was the morn on New Year’s Day, and ‘neath a shining weightless wing the sea cliffs steep ......

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...Transporting me from here to where? I cannot follow my muse, nor do I dare. Trixie is outrageous, much more energetic than me. She takes me to honky-tonks, and drinks petite tea. I find her in ......

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...The Gallatin Street Market The Gallatin Street Market was a secret. The Gallatin Street bordellos were one too. Hidden in the shadows of New Orleans, weathered sign, arrowed finger ......

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... Just another caterpillar afternoon, inching along lazily; Skin feeling how faint the prairie wind blow, time no longer telling you how slow the summer grass grow So you take an......

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... Pawn You've been a peon, lowly pawn your whole life Never amounted to much, nothing much ever went right Grew up dirt piss poor, never knew the reason why you were put on this earth fo......

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