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The HulksA Poem by David Lewis PagetI was wandering down by Woolwich Next to a magistrate, one time, The smell, it was overpowering From the hulks that lay in line, W.. |
The Pot Belly StoveA Poem by David Lewis PagetThe cabin had sat at the edge of the woods Since Eighteen fifty-two, It still belonged to our family, So I guess that meant me too, .. |