Gambolled Poems - Poems about Gambolled

...Mother was away, plucking hens So I got my mead, in the special hip flask Sat by the fence, just by the green Time slipped along, Ken joined me there And the day was bo......

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...They always want to see them Whenever they come home – The movies of the “olden days” Before they left to roam. “Show the ones of Christmas Or the baby ones of me Or times on Martha’s Vineyar......

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...The Charge of Boris's Parliamentary Cohort of three hundred lawmakers I Forward the light brigade! Was there a dude dismayed? Though most should have known Cameron had blunde......

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...Upon the sun caressed rock we sat Swaying shades of trees we watched Above, singing birds in delight flew We played as gentle breeze blew Gambolled like lambs to enjoy more That was our heaven ......

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