Mcnally Poems - Poems about Mcnally

...Mrs. Marvel wore sweatshirt for twenty-eight years until her final breath. Signed by her 8th grade students, four whom had died a tragic death. Killed in a tragic bus accident on the way to a state......

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...The mailman frowned at the black snarling cat He picked up his sack and smacked the air with a bat But my baby is in there! The mama cat said. The next time he swatted, he almost hit her head. ......

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...This is the story of Sally Doolally A young maiden farmer from down in the valley She kept a keen eye out for Thomas McNally And dreamed of the day he would say, ‘Can we marry?’ Sally Doolally ......

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...His wisdom did his happiness destroy, Aiming to know that world he should enjoy; And wit was his vain, frivolous pretense Of pleasing others, at his own expense - John Wilmot, 2nd......

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...Life's never been better for Miss Sally Got her copy of Rand-McNally Geography teacher’s dream Perfect fodder for a meme Since new road maps are right up her alley. March 16, 2021......

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...Am I to understand The cards held in her hand As they're famously fanned? No choice, I have to stand. Am I to understand? She, singer for the band, Must have had it all planned, Took everythin......

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...When mapping something out It should be a subject thought about Beginning, middle and the finale Everything is there says Rand McNally But from the depths below A mystery creating ocean wak......

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...I knew an old friend Sal McNally Her tax forms she struggled to tally The controller was rude With a crude attitude He sent her to row on a galley. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ......

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...Every mortal blessed with a long life has a date with destiny. The destiny of which I speak is not our final destiny, but one that tends to come gradually and subtly. Adjustments, yes,......

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...frankly zapped after wildly oscillating in tandem with seven bobble heads and ten French horns) a devilish trumpeting event by pre-Christian Celtic festival standards with a “proto” Don twick or ......

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...In the early light of dawn I want your hair To fall all over me Like a Rand McNally road map And I Want to travel All those highways and byways Exploring your mountains and valleys ......

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