Taprooms Poems - Poems about Taprooms

...A mackerel sky fillets a fish scaled village, an ear clapping, full sailed, fog moors itself to the rooftops, then hides all in a breezeless blear. Rheumy eyes peep out from nets, damp noses s......

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...A mackerel sky fillets the village then hides it in a breezeless blear. Heads poke out of net drapes sniff and fish behind trawling curtains. Shopkeepers brace for wet dog splatter and spray fr......

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...A mackerel sky fillets the village then hides it in a breezeless blear. Heads poke out of net drapes sniff and fish behind trawling curtains. Shopkeepers brace for wet dog splatter and spray fo......

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...No more babies to make. We're all done my wife says. Get the scissors. We have 3 of our own All under 5, 4 total. Why look so nostalgic towards babies Tinier than my 11 month old? The kid's ......

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