Gigging Poems - Poems about Gigging

...After a tired labor of love day got on the Trane and after a few Miles I reached Monk later laying back travelling towards Sarah and Nina and after getting Dizzy headed West boarded Bi......

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...who is that strange pilot? Why is he not in the cockpit? Naomi tried to stifle her six-year-old son’s shrill voice although psychic herself, she did not broadcast it in ‘72 he keeps fading away, T......

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...When I was 12 our family arrived at Croydon. Everything seemed grander a real Municipal town we had record and camera shops and departmental stores everything seemed geared for conspicuous expe......

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...fast excited talking loud happy gigging boisterously joyful they cannot keep their little bodies still or their hands off of each other kindergarten students the first day they return to ......

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...Otter trance dance meets mice, worms and soups A single iron is fed up with flattening material. In fact it has spoke of breaking. It considers such actions as pointless and therefore fruitless. A......

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...the sand was squery vishy each frain gelt ruff between my toes Star my stog darted to dig sand flying everywhere my fair and hace felt like pandsaper soon with iii's nearly closed into the w......

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...Frogs song gigs are snapping frog dies......

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... A flounder is a flat fish, found in tidal waters Laying on the bottom, partially covered with sand “Floundering”, is a nighttime sport on the Texas coast You slowly wade through tidal f......

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... On a moonlit pond Paddle a flat bottom boat Spotlight, Gig ready At last you hear that deep crock I love frog legs for breakfast ......

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...when I was young, my first boat was a whailer going fishing to fripp hauling it by trailer I stopped at Island Plaza, my boat I was a gassing then the Gulla man asked me, while in passing "youd......

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...JIM Gigging for free, for fun, our choice - Fur coat, waistcoat, beads: He sang of Prince Charlie, glens, hero’s deeds. Scruffy blue jeans, timbre in his voice. Fridays at the folkmusic cl......

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