Huckles Poems - Poems about Huckles

...Twickenham's green mead is silent now Carlos like a fallen steeple gathers dust That will not grow nor heed the plow Our ancient skill like dead machines rust From the distant shores that feed us......

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...O Wallace, I heard, and could not believe Like the school days when things you conceived Made us aghast or grieved And anxious for the next thing up your sleeve. You were our magician Bringing h......

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