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Japonica Julie (1983) / Will Dockery
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Will Dockery
2017-08-05 01:37:45 UTC
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Sooo pathetic
Ah, don't be so hard on yourself.

:)
Will Dockery
2017-08-05 15:13:45 UTC
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Pathetic
Don't be so hard on yourself.

Have you written a poem yet?

:)
Will Dockery
2017-09-28 00:56:58 UTC
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Japonica Julie (1983)
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery
The poem romantic and me is pleasant!!! Thanks!!!
Thanks again, my friend.

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Will Dockery
2017-10-18 11:42:43 UTC
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Japonica Julie (1983)
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery
Thanks again, Olga.

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bingo jones
2017-10-24 05:41:12 UTC
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sometimes we do our best/but even yet we fail/
our hopes they will collapse/and land us all in jail/
all we can do is hope and weep/through swollen eyes/
cursing our allergies/while joy slowly dies/

instead of relief and succor/we find only grief/
tears spill down our faces/as we rot on a lonely reef.
Will Dockery
2017-11-03 06:37:10 UTC
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Post by bingo jones
sometimes we do our best/but even yet we fail/
our hopes they will collapse/and land us all in jail/
all we can do is hope and weep/through swollen eyes/
Post by bingo jones
cursing our allergies/while joy slowly dies/
instead of relief and succor/we find only grief/
tears spill down our faces/as we rot on a lonely reef.
Good read, Bingo, thanks for reading and commenting.
Will Dockery
2017-11-29 10:04:01 UTC
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Japonica Julie (1983)
Through the winding
mists of Edgewood,
stand on the backporch
smoking.
Near the sand on the hill,
hearing the music float up.
Wiggle flex
round the corner in 1983,
when she loved me.
Warble snobble in 1983,
when she loved me.
China Girl don't seem to
use much English,
gets enough
to leave me a pot of tea.
We hit the pothole
on Primrose
that landed us here
more or less.
Mulberry pie and ice cream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Japonica Julie in 1983,
when she loved me.
I knew it was late,
when she stumbled.
Overcast in the fog,
...fumbled.
She was looking at me
by the old oak,
that can't be,
she knows as well as me.
Left on Avalon Road
past Mazzio's Pizzeria,
to the park-side
of Alta Vista.
By the dunes,
fading dream in 1983,
when she loved me.
Smiling blinky in 1983,
when she loved me.
-Will Dockery
Thanks for stopping by, Olga...

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