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16 December 2002 09:33 amThe poetic gems of William McGonagall. They're every bit as bad as you've heard. Screamingly bad. Don't miss his "Jottings of New York."
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Active Entries
- 1: “Between the idea / And the reality / Between the motion / And the act / Falls the Shadow”
- 2: “i see the bad moon a-rising / i see trouble on the way / i see earthquakes and lightning”
- 3: “they’re so resigned to what their fate is / but not us (no never) / we’re far too young and clever”
- 4: “on a dark desert highway cool wind in my hair / warm smell of colitas rising up through the air”
- 5: “i’ll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror / it must be exhausting”
- 6: “my heart is full of love and desire for you! / so come on down and do what you’ve got to do!”
- 7: “they say this cat is a bad mutha— (shut yo’ mouth!) / i’m talkin’ ’bout shaft (then we can dig it)”
- 8: “(we better) stop / children, what’s that sound? / everybody look what’s going down”
- 9: “i would search everywhere / just to hear your call / and walk upon stranger roads than this one”
- 10: “what’s it all for / you better live now / before the grim reaper come knocking on your door”
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