Daily Archives: January 9, 2017

Poem – My Mother 

Who sat and watched my infant head When sleeping on my cradle bed, And tears of sweet affection shed? My Mother. When pain and sickness made me cry, Who gazed upon my heavy eye, And wept for fear that I … Continue reading

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Poem – Mischief

LET those who’re fond of idle tricks, Of throwing stones, and hurling bricks, And all that sort of fun, Now hear a tale of idle Jim,  That warning they may take by him,  Nor do as he has done. In … Continue reading

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