Marris Poems - Poems about Marris

... Nineteen hundred and sixty-one, was a strobogrammatic year. It will be six thousand and nine, ‘til the next time that will appear. It started off aggressively, Ike told Cuba to go to Hell. ......

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...The field had stood barren these last few years waiting for the farmer who scratched his head visualising crops with which he could plant corn tall yellow gently rustling in the breeze he mulle......

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...In Birmingham I tried a scam, involving some velvet and ham. It appears I am damned. Wound up in the slam. I tried a hustle one night in Brussels. But all I could rustle, was just enough musc......

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