Megs Poems - Poems about Megs

...Striped stockings crawl up the leg of a little girl witch. Her face is calm, but when she sings it is an awful pitch. We listen in horror, as her song snakes up our legs. She is scary as all get o......

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...What life was like when you appeared can be recalled with ease. Lord God was cool and had a beard. And birds made love to bees. When you grew up, no tweets by twits besmirched......

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...park football once school duties were over we all went straight to the park using jumpers for goalposts and play until it gets dark the rule that never got broken and was abided by all w......

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...This is the tale of Whistling Jim and how he met his maiden fair. By the shores of Richmond's river, by the shelves of sparkling water In the shining super market, Meg Macauleey, Nimble Fingers ......

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