Eightieth Poems - Poems about Eightieth

...she is wearing a bedraggled housedress blue with enormously large red and yellow mums it is faded now, but really soft, threadbare in spots we surprise her with a new one for her eightieth birth......

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...You’re only as old as you feel some say. How will it feel on your eightieth birthday? Everything’s quieter and harder to see. Not everyone, just seems like it to me. Portions are smaller as w......

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...May nine nineteen eighty was great, Being the day of his calling; Brother Eduardo Manalo Had received the noblest blessing. The day of his ordination Signaled his rise in his duty; His exc......

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...I’m so sad mom That I’m missing the chance To be with you on your birthday and to watch you dance Yet your spirit I admire You’ll celebrate with style With friends in a parking lot You’ll bo......

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...The first to arrive, the first to offer help, the first to say “I’m sorry.” She is a tiny woman, half my weight, but mighty in the power department. She is my mother, farm-born, one of ten children......

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...Remember remember Mum when we were small. Holding hands as we learnt to walk, Teaching us how to talk. On the swing you'd push us high Till our feet could touch the sky. A magic rub when we had ......

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...Hux was more than a bit surprised, but heard the weight deep in her voice, knowing that coming here today could not have been an easy choice. That she would dare to question so left him quite ......

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...Hux said,"My mother realized that I was a being apart, but if you’re all sure I’m a mistake, then please, come stab me in the heart.” To ensure that he drove home his point he then pulled out ......

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...Huxley was in his nineteenth year, a freshman at a fancy school, the kind with excesses of ivy, who claimed they accepted no fools. The academics were no task, he’d always excelled with his mi......

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...Thistle Be Nettlesome To Weed... Who (on a lark) doth spur my distant soul fully bellowed ahoy quickly hastening ye to catfish as a way to avoid this beastie boy wh......

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...When I was a young'un and thought about age Old age was an eternity away, no attention was paid Now that it's here In my eightieth year My mind keeps reminding me I'm on the last page<>...

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...When I was a young'un and thought about age Old age was forever away, no attention was paid Now that it's here In my eightieth year My mind keeps reminding me I'm on the last page......

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