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Monthly Archives: October 2004
Poem: Patter upon an Umbrella
Whilst I strolled one summer Sunday, came a tree within my reach. Overarched like an umbrella, I there picked myself a peach. From the path a gentle lady did observe my moral breach. I approached her hoping she would not … Continue reading
Posted in About Love, Humor, Poetry
Tagged flirting, Louis William Rose, Love at first sight, love spurned, patter, Poem, strolling through the park one day, umbrella
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Villanelle: Forty Hours
I did not like the things they had to say. The current economic crisis meant That I should have to work on Saturday. Why must I have to work the extra day? I cannot get it back once it is … Continue reading
Posted in About Life, Poetry
Tagged Forty hour work week, Labor Union, leisure time, Louis William Rose, Poem, VIllanelle, worker's rights
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