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John's
Reading Room
by John R. Haws |
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my muse and
my views |
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Here, for your
reading pleasure, are all my writings. Send
your email thoughts to:
John-R-Haws@comcast.net
Summer passed in two days.
Wished it longer. |
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from Poetry Book 1
Poem #
9
There are
these sounds within my head
that long to be expressed somehow.
There are these rhythms in my blood.
They move, they flow, with each breath now.
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from Proverbs #2
A smile is the world's best investment ...
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The Gramophone at Fond-du-lac
by Robert W. Service
Now
Eddie Malone got a swell grammyfone to draw all the
trade to his store;
An' sez he: "Come along for a season of song, which
the like ye had niver before."
Then Dogrib, an' Slave, an' Yellow-knife brave, an' Cree
in his dinky canoe,
Confluated near, to see and to hear Ed's grammyfone make
its dayboo.
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