It took seventy years to figure ou… That life scatters truth, left and… And those first thirty years, refl… Were shades of dull, with times of… There were some so good, and some,…
There’s a melody that fills my sou… And it plays upon my mind, The tune is soft and always full, But words for it I do not find. A soothing song to ease my woes
Is sandman seen In hollow slumber In halls of sleep Shadowed gray? Where be the rest
In darkness, shadows hide Unseen by misting eyes. But who might seek the softer side Of phantoms and their cries? Those that drift to indigo
There once was a man With a hole in his shoe Who wore flannel and wool And everything new. He had bright red mittens
There’s a wee little Bumper, A sidewalk toe-stumper, And he’s sitting like “Thumper” On the edge of a step. He knows where he’s head’n,
Crystal Sails on “The Golden Sch… Her rigging laced with silver thre… This ghost ship sails, (All hands… By the ghastly crew, now firmly de… Foggy harbors and misty coves
Somewhere deep within the mellow, casted shadows, deep and shallow, swirling round her rose-drop eyes and flying high in fullmoon skies. Too many angles touch the dust
So slow the years wandered by When life first placed my toes in… But now, I believe, the clock run… For each year is gone before I th… JE Falcon
Has it set the tone When the old mill stone No longer turns the grain to flowe… When the thoughts of man Can’t devise a plan
Her gaze rests on billowed sails, Held in place by slumber’s rigging… As she sails past shadowed coves Where moonlight dances on pearl sa… In the distance a foghorn sounds
In the early morning misty light, When flowers are being kissed, She appears at the river’s falls Like a shadow in the mist. To see her there, like rain on gla…
The inspector found a flaw. It wasn’t the sort of thing others… But nonetheless, He was an inspector and it was a f… Just a non descriptive alignment g…
In Irish tales Of ships and sails And foggy glens With spirits bright There comes a tale
A few hours Into the day’s renewing A light goes on And the coffee’s brewing The alarm goes off