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Washing Day

I. WASHING DAY
The little gipsy vi'lits, they wus peepin' thro' the green
As she come walkin' in the grass, me little wife, Doreen.
The sun shone on the sassafras, where thrushes sung a bar.
-The 'ope an' worry uv our lives wus yelling fer 'is Mar. -
I watched 'er comin' down the green; the sun wus on 'her 'air -
Jist the woman that I marri'd, when me luck wus 'eading fair.

I seen 'er walkin' in the sun that lit our little farm.
She 'ad three clothes-pegs in 'er mouth, an' washin' on 'er arm -
Three clothes-pegs, fer I counted 'em, an' watched 'er as she come.
'The stove-wood's low,' she mumbles, 'an' young Bill 'as cut 'is thumb,'
Now, it weren't no giddy love-speech, but it seemd to take me straight
Back to the time I kissed 'er first beside 'er mother's gate.

Six years 'uv wedded life we've 'ad, an' still me dreams is sweet. . .
Aw, them bonzer little vi'lits, they wus smilin' round me feet.
An' wots a bit uv stove-wood count, wiv paddicks grinnin' green,

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poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Simply Stated Moves Vision

everyday

an open hymnal
on the knee

bend instead
kneel poems
prayer
simply stated
moves vision

down

to a broken world
to gently push a dream forward
to watch it take wing or land

or fall

some

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poem by Warren Falcon
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Faithless Nelly Gray

A Pathetic Ballad

Ben Battle was a soldier bold,
And used to war's alarms;
But a cannon-ball took off his legs,
So he laid down his arms.

Now as they bore him off the field,
Said he, 'Let others shoot;
For here I leave my second leg,
And the Forty-second Foot.'

The army-surgeons made him limbs:
Said he, 'They're only pegs;
But there's as wooden members quite,
As represent my legs.'

Now Ben he loved a pretty maid, --
Her name was Nelly Gray;
So he went to pay her his devours,

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poem by Thomas Hood
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The Beggar And The Angel

An angel burdened with self-pity
Came out of heaven to a modern city.

He saw a beggar on the street,
Where the tides of traffic meet.

A pair of brass-bound hickory pegs
Brought him his pence instead of legs.

A murky dog by him did lie,
Poodle, in part, his ancestry.

The angel stood and thought upon
This poodle-haunted beggar man.

'My life is grown a bore,' said he,
'One long round of sciamachy;

I think I'll do a little good,
By way of change from angelhood.'

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poem by Duncan Campbell Scott
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Fit

Dont laugh - but there are people in this world
Born as boys - and fighting to be girls
People standing in their way
Some are straight and some are gay
Calling them the drag queens
Say you cant be one of us
You only have yourself to blame
You dont fit
Dont laugh - but there are people in this town
Be polite say a whiter shade of brown
People that they gotta fight
Some are black and some are white
Calling them the half-breeds
Say you cant be one of us
You only have yourself to blame
You dont fit
Thats what youre there for - square pegs in square holes
Round pegs in round
You get too big then they cant make new holes
So theyll cut you down

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song performed by Joe Jackson
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Vae Victis parody Gilles Menage Thomas Hood Faithless Nellie Gray

Vae Victis

Good people all, with one accord
lament for David Wren,
who never wanted a good word –
from those his praise did pen.

He strove all of this House to please
with manners wondrous winning;
and never followed wicked ways –
except when he was sinning.

At meals, in slacks and jackets neat,
with smile of monstrous size;
he sat up straight upon his seat –

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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Creamy Breasts

Fragrant with powder or moist with perspiration,
They are the pegs of a jade-inlaid harp.
Aroused by spring, they are soft as cream
Under the fertilizing mist.
After my bath my perfumed lover
Holds them and plays with them,
And they are cool as peonies and purple grapes.

poem by Chao Luan-luan
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All words are pegs to hang ideas on.

quote by Henry Ward Beecher
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Rock 'n' roll was two pegs below being a prisoner of war back then.

quote by Ronnie Hawkins
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Stereotypes star, show
square pegs zero tolerance
which would round holes know.

haiku by Jonathan Robin (24 October 2006)
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