Dosser Poems - Poems about Dosser

... They called him the dosser. A blessed man with a crooked, bent and wobbly wishbone of wire, held tight in clenched fist. He fossicks spellbound for water hiding deep below in the groundwat......

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...It was nine degrees out all was frozen Not much better inside for commode water Icy crystals formed not what we'd chosen Shaking at fireplace's front, stood our daughter On top of the hearth......

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...I wrote the Invisible man poems many years ago. These poems, and I have not submitted them all, was for a little girl who died in a road accident. They are a tribute to her memory. It was a dark and ......

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