Towny Poems - Poems about Towny

...Sticky Wicket O molasses sticky wicket - A groaning preached of tips malaise. In Boston’s North, ever thicket - O molasses sticky wicket. Each towny hand, with no picket, And hellfire now, th......

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...For this town I've grown routes and died, for the pocket of seeds you carry, let me down. But I have to be carried, till we find the right shade, as the place I left isn't where I was meant to be.......

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...I was situated in full recline Just waiting for something to do When I saw Sam, a mate of mine, Dragging a kangaroo. The bouncer strained against the rope That Sam held tightly in his han......

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