Rheingold Poems - Poems about Rheingold

...We really rather love our Mr Wag. A bag of music, music in a bag. Such masterpieces did he once produce. We listen every day to Mr Wag. Oh such a man, a wit was Mr Wag. Oh what a dish of gifts......

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...My father was my link to beer And Rheingold was his brew. That red and white can held the only Lager that I knew. As I grew up I switched to wine - Sangria was in style - And even learned to ......

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...Incense clings in the air great clouds stealing into dark corners of stained wood and cold marble floors. I watch the casket roll by and memories take me. Unwilling. Here I knelt on red velvet......

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