Greenwich Poems - Poems about Greenwich

just dots upon the greenwich sky swinging london from the air with eyes wide shut and riding high across the thames 'where tourists dare'....

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When is our tee time, Jeeves Ten, two or four, sir No, no, no! Not the tea you drink Oh, you mean golf! ~ Tee-hee...

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Limerick: Once a fidgety Lady from Greenwich Once a fidgety Lady from Greenwich Who couldn’t tell the time from a witch Asked Big Ben the long hand Why slower than short hand Since at Westm’nster serves as a switch. © T. Wignesan – Paris, 201...

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Greenwich Village breathes, She inhales exhausted tepid air, ...

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A fleeting impression- painted many times The White Bridge http://www.artunframed.com/john_henry_twatchman.htm...

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