Chesterfield Poems - Poems about Chesterfield

...jungle governor green, respectable robin egg blue beyond banana mania, periwinkle too brisk bluebonnet, French fuchsia and plum tickle me pink, where did you come from? wild strawberry, chester......

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...Winston tastes good like a knock knock cigarette should. See the USA in a Chevrolet, visit Dinah Shore along the way. But be sure and be toting some Chesterfield Lights. So we can be sexy and sult......

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...Chesterfield explains everything with a hiss. You will not have time to ask him something, Before he tells you this He is an expert on bees, trees, houses, Mouses, dogs, And of course, Iowa fa......

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...Livorno The communist uprising in Livorno was a serious menace to Italy because that army sent tanks, not big tanks but big enough in narrow streets At the railway station, I met a small woman wi......

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...I cannot subject your immortality to my art For something deathless cannot by death survive, Nor can I anchor your beauty upon the sun Which although shines bright, is dead at night; Summer morni......

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...Smoke Vegas Ladies and Gentlemen Hit it again Sam Tickle that Ivory Joanna Black velvet tuxedo suit Tanned Brown Chesterfield Leather Booths Polished studs out Crooner poised spitt......

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... Preacher E. Lye He wears his white collar backwards Piggy attenuated pagan wives’ tale say the trigger Finger Man has snake eyes in the back of his head Got a gravelly-......

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...Christmas, as I recall, was magical; we kids would be checking out our hung socks. And the Christmas tree would be all a twinkle; as we tried to guess what was in each box. Our entire h......

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...A fine mist of rain falls silent on his thin, sharp-angled face. He picks up the pace and tilts his head to the wind. He walks through the plundered slumber of crumbled poverty, abandoned,......

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...Once upon a corner in the City, An old porch of craftsmen days Vine winding posts and bannisters and rockers, Drawing one and all on their way. Afternoons were busy with our mother, Rocking, men......

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...Come, Aanu, fly away with me, And let us nestle in our own tree. Through vales and fountains and hills And savour the sweetest wintry chills. Let us probe the lilies in the fields, And the ear......

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...Sambissar Our souls dampen with torture And hopes dash in a hurry Like northern watermelons Crushed by a hundred thousand cattle. Our hearts beat in fear louder than a drum, Louder than......

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...Curiosity. Exploring Innocence, In all innocence. A journey into manhood. At three, sweet Linda’s flower bloomed for me in my driveway under our old maple tree where pedestrians, neighbours, ......

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...He dressed up his best old shirt As the sun was just showing her face Another walk for his constitution Amongst the human race The park was beginning to come alive With shouts from the soft......

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...A Love Story 2 Huelva and the Golf of Cadiz and it was August and in the town there were laud music and rockets in the air. I had met a gypsy girl she wore a white blouse and a red long skirt sh......

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