Hermits Poems - Poems about Hermits

(7 word poem). Netspeak--social or not? Hermits suspect plot!...

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Within the shaded dust accumulated annals Layers of times past And cobwebbed dim cold halls of a history Not always hide their secrets and mystery As the echos of the past still resound That haunts the minds of those who search And it is found evidence in faded tattered documents And writings that unfold before their eyes Often very cruel and...

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I am windy the great I am Windy the great I am, I am to be buried in the toilet next door I got out and gassed every nose next door And everyone was a Cindy (Cindy) They never brought home a Billy or a ham (or a ham) From their neighbor’s can I am Windy Windy the great I am...

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I’m Henry the Eighth I am Henry the Eighth I am I am! I remember singing this At the top of my lungs at church camp when I was twelve Thank you Herman’s Hermits My camp mate, Clarisse had introduced me To Peter Noone, and the other Hermits. Herman’s Hermits they called themselves I had no idea how I survived without knowing...

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in a far off place gone from all known accepted civilization lived a man caught in his own world had a hut with green moss In the evening he prepared a table with a goose & port was a hunter and gatherer to the outdoors captured his imaginative thoughts on a scroll day and night...

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An Oldie But A Goodie Lyrics to "Into Something Good" by Herman's Hermits Woke up this morning feelin' fine There's something special on my mind Last night I met a new girl in the neighborhood, whoa yeah Something tells me I'm into something good (Something tells me I'm into something) She's the kind of girl who's not too shy And I can tell...

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Shadows danced in the hermits cave from the tiny light his candle gave, he washed his face, but did not shave. All his life he was a knave, his Bible said, the souls a slave. So, he left all the things to crave, redeemed by God, but can't behave. Covered by God, Hells fire to stave. Pacing in prayer, saints paths to pave, blowing...

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