Doffing Poems - Poems about Doffing

...Sweetly but no longer dazzling our eyes Energy ebbing ,her motivation low Putting out colours which do not surprise That her less vibrant hues no more do glow Embracing dull, sedate and sombre......

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...Gaslight room you had it all the laughing and dancing You gave me words but no tune How time goes by when you're trying to enjoy yourself Doffing your head its the madness without a glint ......

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...When I am old I will not worry about the future I will make each day count for more I will stand proud and have no regret I will strive to help the wandering poor. When I am old I will extend......

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...‘May I take the liberty?’ used to be asked by polite old men, Doffing their caps as required to a stranger to whom they were offering assistance. ‘May I take the liberty?’ used to be asked in gentl......

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...I just learned (via email) from a close paternal relative Pamela Noblitt that my paternal grandfather (Aaron Harris), when in his prime fit as a fiddle served in the Phillipine Americ......

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...I woke up this morning, Believe me, I was ready to play. For those of you Who are unaware Today's a gargantuan day. Electrifying excitement Alive and in the air. There's nothing else quit......

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...The ghost of Lincolnshire's Daughter Tonight smiles from her grave With the locking of iron gates Ends a plan that she made Every father passed to his son A family craft that was unbroken Dof......

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...He stepped to the plate and spit on his han's. He spit doffing his cap to cheering fans. Gave his privates a scratch Spit another huge batch, Then knocked a ......

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...You live today, Still, On Past glory. Like an old man, in a cafe, Wrapped, capped, wizened – and lonely, You pay for your bill By telling old stories Again And Again, Tipping by doffing.......

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... Part 2 4th Delirium: Lost Souls Sunken cities , pilgrims peering.. gawking, squinting eyeballs, blazing sun Janus facing, shepherds chasing.. stalking, friends embrace before they shun......

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...Over the horizon is heard the sputtering engine of an unusual bird. Trailing a billowing plume of smoke, it looked so pathetically absurd! Coming into view was an old Curtiss Jenny of World War One......

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