Tail End Poems - Poems about Tail End

One day I woke, and a small noise I heard. Since very near the window it seemed to be, I thought perhaps that it could be a bird. I got up from my bed and went to see. What a big surprise! Yes, big surprise, but what I saw was NOT too big. In fact, what I spied was quite small. And...

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When you act as an ass, you are the butt of all the jokes! ~One line Poem#2 contest by Poet Destroyer A...

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2. No Golden Honour Golden in the class Honour certificate No problem But mademoiselle Was to cry Something changed, Who knows when? Something changed, Even I don’t know why. 3. Tiny, Capricious, Impish Tiny, capricious, impish, Perfect imitations of head prefects, Nearly got caned for it, Get your hands out of your pockets! Cackles of laughter before grace, Up before the head prefects, Endearment to the seniors, Friend of all the...

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The Boy from the Tail End of the Goldhawk Road 1. The Boy from the Tail End of the Goldhawk Road I was born Carl Robert Halling at the tail end of the Goldhawk Road which runs through Shepherds Bush in west London and which in the mid 1960s served as one of the great centres of the...

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i give myself permission to walk away why display when my heart is in disarray the delay causes me to slowly decay why put my life on hold for an icy maiden who wears her moniker so bold even when it is damp and mercilessly cold, an effortlessly careless spirit will surely unfold i give myself permission to simply let it...

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There were many unsavory jobs during the Second World War. Some required guys to hunker down just a wee bit more! None more so than "Tail-end Charlie" in the back of that old queen, Known affectionately as the Flying Fortress, the B-Seven-teen! Usually the smallest member of the ten-man bomber crew, He was probably the most vulnerable target that ever...

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the borders of space and time, or so a physicist would claim, don't at all exist- everything is all the same- every point you can imagine, is the center of it all and time is classed as a mere measurement of movement in this non-existent space.... well, maybe that's true, I wouldn't know, but it sounds counter-intuitive to me I guess I don't have their wisdom and so...

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