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If Only I Only Could Write ...: COCK OF THE WALK
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If Only I Only Could Write . Collected works of Dean E. Wood. Friday, October 10, 2014. COCK OF THE WALK. Its time that I were exercising. The art of pigeon sex surmising. Here, in my lofty pigeon pen. Be they cock, or dainty hen? Is this a male? I answer “Yes! Truth be told, its just a guess. He drags his tail, and struts his stuff,. He bows his head and acts real tough! So I surmise, ‘A handsome cock! Imagine my bewildered shock,. How can it be? This cock of mine just laid an egg! Poems to Honor Others.
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If Only I Only Could Write ...: November 2013
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If Only I Only Could Write . Collected works of Dean E. Wood. Friday, November 1, 2013. Here and now, I wonder how relationships inherent. Could ever be just what I see, even though it seems inerrant. That children, bright, should reverence give, to me; the parent! Is it really as it seems or is it incoherent? For when I look beyond the now and venture even bolder,. I am not sure just who is the child and who, in fact, is older. My children seem so wise to me, so good, and broad of shoulder. Other Links ...
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If Only I Only Could Write ...: November 2011
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If Only I Only Could Write . Collected works of Dean E. Wood. Tuesday, November 15, 2011. In the deep bowels of Vulcan. With its hot fires engorged,. This man was not born. But by Thor’s hammer forged! His cold steely eyes. Put the blue in the skies,. And the gale forces blow. When this mighty man sighs. As he strides towards their door. As Zeus hits the floor. The toughest of men. He fills with deep dread. Why, even the Boogeyman. Checks under his bed! When the day is the darkest. This man stands alone!
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If Only I Only Could Write ...: April 2014
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If Only I Only Could Write . Collected works of Dean E. Wood. Monday, April 21, 2014. THE BLUE AND THE GREY. I woke up this morning with a tear on my cheek. And I found myself thinking of you. Yes, you in the back in the light grey scrubs. And you in the navy blue. How can I express what you all meant to me. As you dutifully put in your shifts. God bless the nurses who serve every day,. D still be adrift. I know there are others who make up your team. But you are the ones I remember. Just so you know, I.
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If Only I Only Could Write ...: October 2014
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If Only I Only Could Write . Collected works of Dean E. Wood. Friday, October 10, 2014. COCK OF THE WALK. Its time that I were exercising. The art of pigeon sex surmising. Here, in my lofty pigeon pen. Be they cock, or dainty hen? Is this a male? I answer “Yes! Truth be told, its just a guess. He drags his tail, and struts his stuff,. He bows his head and acts real tough! So I surmise, ‘A handsome cock! Imagine my bewildered shock,. How can it be? This cock of mine just laid an egg! Poems to Honor Others.
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If Only I Only Could Write ...: Sharing the Load
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If Only I Only Could Write . Collected works of Dean E. Wood. Thursday, May 16, 2013. Some till the soil,. Some plant the seed,. Each with his toil. Some nurture seedlings,. As summer grows hotter,. I’ll pull the weedlings,. You tend the water. Each has a role. All do their best. To harvest the goal. Then we can rest! Labels: Miscellaneous; Just Poems. August 5, 2013 at 9:08 AM. Thanks for the reminder that we dont have to do it all alone. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Poems by Dean E. Wood.
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If Only I Only Could Write ...: July 2012
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If Only I Only Could Write . Collected works of Dean E. Wood. Monday, July 2, 2012. Charles was a Harvard man,. As straight as straight can be. Daisy was a red-neck girl. From Backwoods, Tennessee. One fateful day Chuck lost his way;. Was lost for nigh a week. 8216;Til Daisy found him lyin’ there. Beside the muddy creek. Daisy took that Harvard man. And patched his wounds and clothes,. And fed him moonshine for a month. Til that couple was betrothed. He knew that it would never work,. Poems to Live By.
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If Only I Only Could Write ...: January 2013
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If Only I Only Could Write . Collected works of Dean E. Wood. Tuesday, January 22, 2013. It's not a golf club, no, it's not! Nor something that the plumber forgot! It's not a poodudget or a whippet pick,. It's a Washing Stick! Fill a bucket with water and suds. Insert your stinky smelly duds. Now swoosh and churn, go up and down. Dance a jig, yup go to town! When the power's out, no need to hide! This whosamawhatchit will stem the "tide". And set your laundry list to right. Labels: Seasons and Holidays.
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If Only I Only Could Write ...: Terror in the Classroom
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If Only I Only Could Write . Collected works of Dean E. Wood. Tuesday, November 15, 2011. Terror in the Classroom. Miss Pettigrew, our coach in math. Was mad as mad can be! A rubber band had hit her cheek. And raised a welt, you see. Young Tommy Jones, a fair haired boy. Was just aiming for some fun,. But was slow to hide the evidence;. A smoking rubber-band gun! Miss Pettigrew, she swore out loud. To purge this foul corruption,. And confiscated Tommy’s gun;. A weapon of math disruption! Poems to Live By.
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If Only I Only Could Write ...: May 2013
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If Only I Only Could Write . Collected works of Dean E. Wood. Thursday, May 16, 2013. Some till the soil,. Some plant the seed,. Each with his toil. Some nurture seedlings,. As summer grows hotter,. I’ll pull the weedlings,. You tend the water. Each has a role. All do their best. To harvest the goal. Then we can rest! Labels: Miscellaneous; Just Poems. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Poems by Dean E. Wood. This is a collection of some of our favorite poems written by our husband and father. Poems to Live By.
