Briar Pipe Poems - Poems about Briar Pipe

...Grandpa a kind face skin leathery and creased from years of working in the sun long jowls like a basset hounds sad droplet eyes always a slight aroma of beer brown wrinkled cal......

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...Sleeping In Nana’s day concludes in glory beyond the forest wall suspended on a whippoorwill’s song a muffled out board glides the narrows past Hick’s farm humming its sated fisher home ......

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...Surely, Sherlock was rooted in the home. But his ruby slippers Had worn-out souls So the jaded detective Followed Fitzgerald and the lost generation. But somewhere in between chapters And the t......

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...It was a small forgotten town With general store and a grange, Where a small boy asked the old man: “When’s the last time you rode the range?” The old cowpoke just paused and grinned, And puff......

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