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Rex Allen McCoy Member Elite
since 2000-01-30
Posts 2863Sippin a Timmy's in London 
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Return to Little Street ~~~ Traditions lead to streets of dream to scant abodes beneath the green So tiny small 'neath gardens tall with russet stacked above them all Their chimneys waft of fire's stoke the meek step forth though bashful folk The pitter pat of little feet arise the length of Little Street ~ They take my hand as pipers chant descend the street with river's dance Around about the dancers croon to every home I'm blessed ... buffoon ~ Tranquil glade amongst the heather sparks ignite the moods in feather Flames leap forth as caldrons coddle tubers roast as whispers twaddle Pipes I fill and pints I swallow Tip 'em Back their chant seems hollow ~ Breaking bread their stew yumm - titious though in my head their brew grows vicious ~ Little Street a fading glow still ... I was little once you know The shutters close the visions wane the magic slips to walking cane Another day another plane the child inside ... ... asleep ... again ~~~ |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
You ought to be doing a whole series of the little people, Rex...you know them so well! Gads...you should see the grin...  |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
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Rex Allen, Rex Allen, how did you know? The Littles were my favorites as a kid. and you are a delightful surprise this morning? (where the heck ya been? How's that good looking boy of yours? grin--hey, I asked about you first!) Hugs you...enjoyed much and I've missed you. I hope you stick around a bit!  |
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