Lamont Poems - Poems about Lamont

...A trunkful of recyclables patiently awaits, (and cries out long day's journey into night, no...not for Eugene O'Neill), but rather being distributed in their respective bins at Wegmans Under t......

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...President-Elect The Scripture says; (Romans 8:28a) “All Things work together for good to those who love God.”… Question; Do you love God? If you say yes, then you MUST love others as you love your......

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...My Favorite Junkyard was owned by Fred G. Sanford The G stood for Good Times He was full of surprise with humorous delight As a kid I would visit his junkyard every night If he wasn’t filling me ......

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...On a snowy Sunday night in the City of Syracuse, NY, as I sit at my computer and write part of my story from the past. The weather is very cold outside and I am snuggled up in a comfortable position......

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...wow what's that up over there let me grab my binoculars hmmm the nuclear powerplant. Late at night wit my night vision lens you know what i see i see 4 feet long giant red ants wit green horrific loo......

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...Today is the day that the sun decided to come out my brother. For today is a sign of my presence… Standing Alongside you smiling… Sending you the message of love … My strength My brother and ch......

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...Legend Of The Black Dove (Part 8) "The Masked Avenger" Lamont and his men seemed badly outnumbered as the soldiers burst through the barricades, shooting and killing i......

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...Legend Of The Black Dove (Part 7) "Civil Unrest" As the ship's mast starts to fall Norrington with his amazing speed leaps at the pirate captain knocking him to the ......

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...No more Stanford and son Esther and Lamont is taking a stroll no more Beverly hills billies Jestro the freak seem out of control. When the news came out that soaps have hit the scene i though......

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...I 'spose I'm revealing my age but how I hanker once in awhile, To return to days of yore and spin ye old Crosley radio dial! To our delicate ears, those shows were considered wholesome, Unlike som......

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...Pity me, this mess you see a wretch, a livid devil! questions of your troubled love seem never up to surface but old Lamont is sad and gaunt and maybe never sadder than when his many, many ......

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