Mcgrath Poems - Poems about Mcgrath

...I cannot die tonight I dog-eared a book Of pages I haven't perused You know how long that took? Scent of pages Frayed and yellowed Always get me Calm and mellowed The spine cracked and worn ......

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...My bride is an artist Paul warned his grandmother McGrath McGull He had no idea what she would do, but her gown would not be dull. Grandma said “That is fine. I am sure she will be beautiful, Paul.......

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...Our art teacher was getting ready for her weekend art show. She did not pay attention to us that day, as most of us didst know. We created some art pieces that made us snicker and laugh. That’s wh......

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...Here comes the valentine car, the valentine car. It will not go so far, the valentine car. The tolls riding in it are thick and delicious. Troll-eating dragon chews his Bubble-icous. Waiting fo......

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...Mitch McConnell just missed the boat His elephant said - and I quote: "It seems rather clear The suckers are here Giving Amy McGrath the vote!"......

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...Translation of Eric Mottram’s 1922 Section 1 by T. Wignesan for David Attoe Notre devise pourrait être: ‘que nous nous ne soyons pas envoûtés’ Wittgenstein in Zettel laissez pendre la ......

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...Eric Mottram on the American literary and cultural scene during 1965-66 while he was the recipient of the American Learned Societies’ award for a year. (begun in the last post and to be continued)......

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... Translation of Eric Mottram’s Poem 33 in Interrogation Rooms by T. Wignesan 33. on a vu un homme courir/ de la scène de crime un homme est maintenant en train d’aider/ la police avec leurs in......

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...Out of the sea, oh Majestic Prince, In a spray of foam so green. Into the air in freedom's dance, A sight that must be seen. The Orca leaps into the air Before our eyes... amazed. So graceful......

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...Oh Mick McGrath, man of daring do What will the family make of you? A forgotten ghost from the past, Standing trapped in a die well cast. Oh Mick McGrath, will they hear your name? Born to peasants......

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...Color my world with your own, somewhere over these city streets Take me to a running brook, a stream, a creek For Christ knows how I prayed so much to be meek I do not need money to be happy,......

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