Yarmouth Poems - Poems about Yarmouth

...Cri de coeur courtesy thirty something English earl cry baby the Earl of Yarmouth (William Seymour) a descendant of very late (to the power of Google - ha) Jane Seymour, Henry VIII's third wife......

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... the ivy crunches ‘neath my boot cold sounds that crisp the winds a snow has left its whitened soot not just the ground but with age found my head and cheeks … a......

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...It was back about 1803, there stood a small cabin near to the sea, where a widow lived by the name of Joanne, who could not grieve for the death of her man, since six years back he’d vanished com......

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...On fry days the wife goes for chips With fishermen from deep-sea ships With salty lips They come to grips With greasy Sunday comic strips . . . .......

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...Oh, yes, angels are real ... Late fall of 1974, just after Halloween - I was driving home from prep school one Friday afternoon, After a long week of intense studies and soccer ... On Inter......

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...Off we go we’re on the train We’ve packed all we could pack We’re both so excited As the train rolls down the track We’re both bouncing on the seats Till mum tells us to SIT! There’s rain upo......

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...Where are you? I can’t find you, I cant see you. I call out your name and come to find you. I want to find you in the shed, making Linda’s sledge. Whistling to yourself as you go along. I wa......

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