Long Mcbride Poems

(female verse 1)
staring up at the darkened sky, stars come out lighting it up so bright
who knew I’d be standing here alone
after all we had now you’re gone
You took my heart when you fled
now I’m...

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Known they are as the Lisbon Lions
But  of  the West of Scotland were they scions.
Etched in history is their name
Because of that  1967 game.

Immortality upon them is endowed
As they made their fans...

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The pork chops were ten meters thick.
The gravy was never lumpy, always totally slick. 
Grandma’s kitchen had smells found nowhere else ever.
She was fantastic with food, surprisingly witty and clever.

Her dishes were plain, blue and...

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we got new red shirts from the PTA on Monday
It was comfy, so I wore it to school on Tuesday.
Then I texted McBride, my bestie.
Wear your new red shirt, I said, we can be twins.

She...

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Merely Choices 

Millions of hugs and millions of kisses are missing
So too those glorious days for reminiscing
Too many balls and too many dolls never played with
Sixty million laughing voices, silenced as merely choices

We now ride...

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But brides wear white with a touch of blue.
That’s right for them, for sure, it’s true.
But as for me, I am going to wear red said Gladys Bright.
My bridesmaids will proceed me down the aisle,...

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They come from every breed and colour
It's the life they live and they know no other
It's   in  their  veins  runnin    strong
It's   in  their ...

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I once knew this guy. Fred McBride
Whose wishes were sadly denied
He was wed in the spring
But before he could bring
the needs, of his wife, satisfied !

It's a shame that this groom and his bride
Purchased bedsprings,...

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Elsie the cow brought home the twins.
They were in a cart with an errant wheel that spins.
You have a little bull! The other cows said.
And a darling girl, Elsie said, her cheeks all red.

But a...

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Who who who?
Who’s out there? Asked the frightened humans hiding inside.
It’s the mouse-kah-treaters, yelled out Mr. McBride.

We are singing for our supper, we’re on our knees!
Sang out the head mouse, Mr. Do-as-you -please.
Let them in!...

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In a dim lit barroom, sitting
never quiet, I do say
there’s a man ever present
with a game there to play
If you have some quarters
and some time there to fill
seek out this man, Patty,
as he’ll give you...

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