Long Mcfee Poems

She lived in a house in a deep dark wood,
Her name was Shona McFee.
When she let down her hair where the oak-tree stood
The mist rolled in from the sea.
It curled and it twirled and enfolded...

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In Beamish Street, collecting the rent,
Was how my Tuesday mornings were spent.
An arduous task at the best of times.
Nell McFee, hubby in jail for various crimes.
Sobbing to me as she had no rent to pay,
Offering...

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She was a giving woman who brought around pies.
For funerals and weddings, no big surprise.
She taught Sunday School for seventy years.
Was never there to get a reward for volunteers.

She helped the hungry, the aged, and...

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