Cooney Poems - Poems about Cooney

...The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day; The score stood four to two, with but an inning left to play. And when Cooney fell at first, and Barrows met the same, A hush of sorrow......

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...Every year for seven now I’d helped me mate Tom Cooney out, along with Laurie ‘Fitz’ and Barry Dore when asparagus did sprout. We worked our shifts ‘til knock off time, then off we’d quickly dart, ......

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...Young John Cooney was no troubled lad, It mattered not that he had no dad; A loving home and family kept him glad, He seemed content with his lot, rarely sad. Young Joh......

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...She came in flying sheet of ice an icing on the cake For that matter idle chatter frisky kitten chilly cold Oven ready eyes are beady dough is steady simple bake Funny spicy squashy swishy kitty......

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...You waited to die Until my brothers and I could stand Beside your bed, the killer within silently, slowly devouring all that had been you. Michael, the youngest, so like you-- His face a mirror of y......

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