Windsor Poems - Poems about Windsor

A prince of the air.? As well; as of realty, a younger twig to whom Some proffer fealty.. Has gotten much attention in a Certain area; thing..While Julians life is upon the scales.! Will some changes ring?? These scales He owns in part, as he sits on Wales..Incumbent royal' a People leader.? Advocate of fairness or just w e...

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Goodnight Mrs Windsor Thank you for your time We gave you quite a job to do You did that job just fine You gave your every moment To us all through thick and thin Now you’ve earned yourself a rest So have a good lie in No one now can do your job Half as good as you If your son should do just that Then...

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Henry Haven Windsor has published his magazine for ten years This photo of his family was taken two months after the Atlantic sank Wife is voting for Roosevelt in the upcoming election, his biggest fears. He is stumping for Wilson, who he thinks is a lot like his cousin Frank. The children are picture perfect, yet aware of the...

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Do you remember how to tie a Windsor knot the way your father taught you on graduation day in eighth grade the man who wore a tie twice perhaps at most-- on the day he got married and the day he was put to rest, the same tie for both events. Then almost every day for 40 years you tied that Windsor Knot because office...

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I cannot fall asleep. I cannot sing a tune. The forest at my window creeps. Like soft wind rubbing a balloon. Hear the end where the air seeps? Poetry is jejune, And Love and Laughter make not a peep. Life, spoiled so soon —a hired goon. Gone any felicity. Gone the hushed and whispered savior's prayer. cupid enrobed with pearléd dimity. The carpet's patterns cont. swirling...

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Afternoon again in the Rose City. Ouellette Avenue, the main drag. Cars insisting on a regular pattern of interruption. The hum of the library, oddly like a burst of energy in a catacomb. Standing modern and sombre in the downtown bustle. Winter chill seeps through the plate glass walls....

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