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Chapter 7,Prose Literature from the.death of Pope and Swift to the French Revolution,From the French Revolution to death of Scoit 1745-1832

English Literature,History, Amelia Atwater Rhodes,Educational Chapter 7a, https://youtu.be/xPQRYojaV8k Chapter 7b, https://youtu.be/oNu-t4vWvnI

Never sled,

Georgia girl, Never sled, Nor drove a car in snow and ice, Georgia peach, Georgia girl, I said what we need is a tobogon, Sherry my love says’A hat,’ No love says I, A tobogon is a down on the ground, Sled made of wood looks like a wooden candy cane! Now as I recall,Continue reading “Never sled,”

Never before

They say you only live once, I disagree, Form is an illussion, Life of spirit is infinite, Love before, This is first time in love, March tenth will be sixty-three, Not out yet, Got years, Got drive, Found a girl who wants ny last name, Smiling much, My ladies a cougar, Blue eyed, Yummy, sweet,Continue reading “Never before”

Trepadation

Terrific sounding word, Old as time, Well older then me, Trepadation, consern, Dedication, Medication, Volume, Sound, Cadence of ones thoughts, Viewing Saint Loius Arch, Manifest Destiny, Historic, Georgia here I come, Trepadation, Concentration, Irrigation, Moments spent in her eyes, Her hand envelooed in mine, Time, Spent, Trees, Path, Home, Wink,Wink,

My protector

My familiar, Solid black, Long hair, My cat, Five years, Overly protective, Not mean, Loving, Sincere Unless, Unless anyone but me!

Traveling next week back

Georgia here we come, Two lesbians, A mother of a gay young man, One cat named Sammy, No bed for Val, One black Chevy Equilnox, Like a horrid remake of travele days of Christmas, Figure two expensive nights in hotels, Two rooms, Food for all! The car over and the Val in side are screaming…Continue reading “Traveling next week back”

Little birdie

Little birdie in your nest draming This poem similar to leaving nest Resting in a chair having fallen Little voice in my head says you can’t stand! The baby bird knows to fall neans flight Woth wings spread rocking back and forth Rocking to and fro I go Telling myself you can stand/ fly JustContinue reading “Little birdie”