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The Hulks

The Hulks

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


I 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 Stove

The Pot Belly Stove

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


The 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, ..