Ives Poems - Poems about Ives

LEGEND: 0]: Mister Zero 1]: Number One Mate 0] A clock have I has but one...

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Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! He said. I looked around, my face quite red. Who was talking? I looked around. “Down here, Woman! I’m on the ground.” This crazy looking brown beetle was talking to me? I tried to find something else, but it was definitely he. I am Burl Ives, he told me. And I’m looking for the...

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Ives Michael Rasmussen 1892-1919 So, there you are, my friends, And here I am, resting, nodding off, in the cool dirt, Of shady and forgotten Mt. Olive Cemetery. There are many of us here, sleeping, and waiting, As you are sleeping and waiting, up there, Above the grass, and the old mossy tombstones. We all know now what life meant, We all know...

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Ives was an influential composer He wrote about the question everyone faces What we all want the answer to Made a bundle in the insurance business Dissonant American sounds Dissonant American sounds!...

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The St. Ives woman is back on the scene. She once again appears on the right of my screen. Her visits seem to be fewer and further between. That brunette doll has her omnipresent smile. She snatches my attention for at least a while. I see her once again just standing there smiling at me, and in her underwear. I admit that...

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On the right of the screen is this St. Ives ad. That young brunette there doesn’t look half bad. Every once in a while, she pops up there. She smiles while wearing only her underwear. That young lady looks young, and quite able. She has the best pair of legs since Betty Grable. I have only two more lines left to...

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