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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
2019-10-22 20:52:32 UTC
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Pathetic
Don't be so hard on yourself.

<one year later>

Have you written a poem yet?

No?

Now that is pathetic.

:)
Victor H.
2022-08-02 19:32:20 UTC
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Love this Julie P. poem...
W-Dockery
2022-08-04 14:03:24 UTC
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Post by Victor H.
Love this Julie P. poem...
An inspiring Muse, as you know.

https://www.facebook.com/groups/105463832836304/permalink/5275143459201623/

And so it goes.
General-Zod
2022-08-08 22:35:33 UTC
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Post by W-Dockery
Post by Victor H.
Love this Julie P. poem...
An inspiring Muse, as you know.
https://www.facebook.com/groups/105463832836304/permalink/5275143459201623/
And so it goes.
I hope I did her justice...!
W-Dockery
2022-08-11 05:52:35 UTC
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Post by General-Zod
Post by W-Dockery
Post by Victor H.
Love this Julie P. poem...
An inspiring Muse, as you know.
https://www.facebook.com/groups/105463832836304/permalink/5275143459201623/
And so it goes.
I hope I did her justice...!
Indeed, you did.
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.

:)
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.

:)
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...
Will Dockery
2019-03-16 07:31:41 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
From my Drafts file...
Will Dockery
2017-12-21 17:34:24 UTC
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Real life poetry, life that is transformed into art, an example follows...

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
C & C welcomed...
Will Dockery
2018-06-05 09:00:19 UTC
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Real life poetry, life that is transformed into art, an example follows...

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
C & C welcomed... no trolls or Pendragon spambots, please.

:)
Will Dockery
2019-09-08 20:51:58 UTC
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Real life poetry, life that is transformed into art, an example follows...

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
C & C welcomed... reposted for V.C. & Jordy....
W.Dockery
2022-05-31 03:16:29 UTC
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Real life poetry, life that is transformed into art, an example follows...
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
From the Usenet archives, C & C welcomed.

HTH and HAND.
Victor H.
2022-06-12 20:21:41 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Real life poetry, life that is transformed into art, an example follows...
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
From the Usenet archives, C & C welcomed.
HTH and HAND.
A bona fide favorite.....
W.Dockery
2022-06-14 06:14:36 UTC
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Post by Victor H.
Post by Will Dockery
Real life poetry, life that is transformed into art, an example follows...
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
From the Usenet archives, C & C welcomed.
HTH and HAND.
A bona fide favorite.....
Thanks again for the nod, Victor.
W-Dockery
2022-06-19 22:48:53 UTC
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Post by Victor H.
Post by Will Dockery
Real life poetry, life that is transformed into art, an example follows...
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
From the Usenet archives, C & C welcomed.
HTH and HAND.
A bona fide favorite.....
Good afternoon, my friend.


🙂
W.Dockery
2022-08-01 06:58:17 UTC
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Post by Victor H.
Post by Will Dockery
Real life poetry, life that is transformed into art, an example follows...
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
From the Usenet archives, C & C welcomed.
HTH and HAND.
A bona fide favorite.....
Good morning my friend, thanks again for reading and commenting.
General-Zod
2022-08-03 23:35:17 UTC
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Post by W.Dockery
Post by Victor H.
Post by Will Dockery
Real life poetry, life that is transformed into art, an example follows...
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
From the Usenet archives, C & C welcomed.
HTH and HAND.
A bona fide favorite.....
Good morning my friend, thanks again for reading and commenting.
Indeed....!
W-Dockery
2022-08-05 11:54:47 UTC
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Post by Victor H.
Post by Will Dockery
Real life poetry, life that is transformed into art, an example follows...
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
From the Usenet archives, C & C welcomed.
HTH and HAND.
A bona fide favorite.....
Glad it made the grade.

🙂
W.Dockery
2022-08-30 18:27:54 UTC
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Post by General-Zod
Post by W.Dockery
Post by Victor H.
Post by Will Dockery
Real life poetry, life that is transformed into art, an example follows...
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
From the Usenet archives, C & C welcomed.
HTH and HAND.
A bona fide favorite.....
Good morning my friend, thanks again for reading and commenting.
Indeed....!
Good afternoon, my friend.
W-Dockery
2022-08-09 21:10:43 UTC
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Post by Victor H.
Post by Will Dockery
Real life poetry, life that is transformed into art, an example follows...
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
From the Usenet archives, C & C welcomed.
HTH and HAND.
A bona fide favorite.....
I have one music track recorded if this, I'll post it one of those days.
W-Dockery
2022-08-25 01:44:29 UTC
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Post by Victor H.
Post by Will Dockery
Real life poetry, life that is transformed into art, an example follows...
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
From the Usenet archives, C & C welcomed.
HTH and HAND.
A bona fide favorite.....
Tales of the golden age.
W.Dockery
2022-08-27 17:38:52 UTC
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Post by Victor H.
Post by Will Dockery
Real life poetry, life that is transformed into art, an example follows...
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
From the Usenet archives, C & C welcomed.
HTH and HAND.
A bona fide favorite.....
It's definitely stood the test of time.
W.Dockery
2022-09-03 17:40:53 UTC
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Post by Victor H.
Post by Will Dockery
Real life poetry, life that is transformed into art, an example follows...
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
From the Usenet archives, C & C welcomed.
HTH and HAND.
A bona fide favorite.....
Thanks again for reading and commenting.
Victor H.
2022-09-22 18:16:59 UTC
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Post by W.Dockery
Post by Victor H.
Post by Will Dockery
Real life poetry, life that is transformed into art, an example follows...
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
From the Usenet archives, C & C welcomed.
HTH and HAND.
A bona fide favorite.....
Thanks again for reading and commenting.
You are welcome....
W-Dockery
2022-09-25 16:55:55 UTC
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Post by Victor H.
Post by W.Dockery
Post by Victor H.
Post by Will Dockery
Real life poetry, life that is transformed into art, an example follows...
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
From the Usenet archives, C & C welcomed.
HTH and HAND.
A bona fide favorite.....
Thanks again for reading and commenting.
You are welcome....
Good afternoon, my friend.
W-Dockery
2023-04-28 22:39:38 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
***
General-Zod
2023-09-22 21:12:20 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
***
A beauty of a poem almost as lovely as Ms. J.P. herself..!!

Happy birthday to Julie P. as well...!!
W.Dockery
2023-09-22 23:49:08 UTC
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Post by General-Zod
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
***
A beauty of a poem almost as lovely as Ms. J.P. herself..!!
Happy birthday to Julie P. as well...!!
Agreed and seconded, happy belated birthday to Julie.

🙂
General-Zod
2023-11-21 15:23:28 UTC
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Post by W.Dockery
Post by General-Zod
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
***
A beauty of a poem
Agreed and seconded
Yep....
W.Dockery
2023-11-23 19:00:13 UTC
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Post by General-Zod
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
A beauty of a poem
Thanks again my friend.

😃
General-Zod
2023-12-10 04:05:29 UTC
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Post by W.Dockery
Post by General-Zod
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
A beauty of a poem
Thanks again my friend.
😃
Outstanding
General-Zod
2023-12-22 15:13:29 UTC
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Post by W.Dockery
Post by General-Zod
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
A beauty of a poem
Thanks again my friend.
Good tidings to you from Mike and the others in the hobo camp..!
W.Dockery
2024-02-19 21:33:54 UTC
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Post by General-Zod
Post by W.Dockery
Post by General-Zod
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
A beauty of a poem
Thanks again my friend.
Good tidings to you from Mike and the others in the hobo camp..!
Hello there my friends.

Tell Mike I said hello.

:)
W.Dockery
2023-09-27 14:53:14 UTC
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Post by General-Zod
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
***
A beauty of a poem
Again, thanks.
General-Zod
2023-09-28 22:13:08 UTC
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Post by W.Dockery
Post by General-Zod
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
***
A beauty of a poem
Again, thanks.
Long time no see her, Julie doing okay..?
W.Dockery
2023-10-16 11:31:18 UTC
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Post by General-Zod
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
***
A beauty of a poem
Thanks again for reading and commenting.

😃
W.Dockery
2023-10-19 23:33:51 UTC
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Post by General-Zod
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
***
A beauty of a poem
Thanks again for reading and commenting, my friend.
Will Dockery
2019-10-29 05:01:46 UTC
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Yes, your posts are showing up, Zod.

;)

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
************************************
W.Dockery
2022-07-29 04:39:03 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
(From the archives.)
Will Dockery
2018-07-16 01:45:15 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
Liked...………………………………...
Thanks for the nod, General Zod.

:)
Will Dockery
2019-09-09 21:25:48 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
Julie went away?
Julie got married... it happens.
m***@yahoo.com
2019-09-10 03:55:39 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
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
Julie went away?
Julie got married... it happens.
But what about Pasko and the fine folks at Pizza Roma?
W-Dockery
2022-05-30 15:30:28 UTC
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Post by m***@yahoo.com
Post by Will Dockery
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
Julie went away?
Julie got married... it happens.
But what about Pasko and the fine folks at Pizza Roma?
Last I heard, Pasko and family are doing great.

HTH and HAND.
W.Dockery
2022-06-08 23:06:11 UTC
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Post by m***@yahoo.com
Post by Will Dockery
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
Julie went away?
Julie got married... it happens.
But what about
Troll much, Alex?

🙂
Victor H.
2022-06-21 21:29:12 UTC
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Post by W-Dockery
Post by m***@yahoo.com
Post by Will Dockery
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
Julie went away?
Julie got married... it happens.
But what about Pasko and the fine folks at Pizza Roma?
Last I heard, Pasko and family are doing great.
HTH and HAND.
I like those folks worked well with them during my short time as a pizza cook....
W.Dockery
2022-06-25 05:26:54 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
Julie went away?
Julie got married... it happens.
But what about Pasko and the fine folks at Pizza Roma?
Last I heard, Pasko and family are doing great.
HTH and HAND.
I like those folks worked well with them during my short time as a pizza cook....
Yes, cool folks.
W.Dockery
2022-08-14 17:31:53 UTC
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Post by Victor H.
Post by W-Dockery
Post by m***@yahoo.com
Post by Will Dockery
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
Julie went away?
Julie got married... it happens.
But what about Pasko and the fine folks at Pizza Roma?
Last I heard, Pasko and family are doing great.
HTH and HAND.
I like those folks worked well with them during my short time as a pizza cook....
I saw an old Pizza Roma driver yesterday, a guy named Bear, for the first time in about twenty years.

Remember him?
General-Zod
2022-08-16 20:13:26 UTC
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Post by Victor H.
Post by W-Dockery
Post by m***@yahoo.com
Post by Will Dockery
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
Julie went away?
Julie got married... it happens.
But what about Pasko and the fine folks at Pizza Roma?
Last I heard, Pasko and family are doing great.
HTH and HAND.
I like those folks worked well with them during my short time as a pizza cook....
I saw an old Pizza Roma driver yesterday, a guy named Bear, for the first time in about twenty years.
Remember him?
no does not ring a bell, a friend of Ben's...?
W.Dockery
2022-09-14 23:12:43 UTC
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Post by Victor H.
Post by W-Dockery
Post by m***@yahoo.com
Post by Will Dockery
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
Julie went away?
Julie got married... it happens.
But what about Pasko and the fine folks at Pizza Roma?
Last I heard, Pasko and family are doing great.
HTH and HAND.
I like those folks worked well with them during my short time as a pizza cook....
I remember those days well.
W.Dockery
2022-09-20 15:46:03 UTC
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Post by Victor H.
Post by W-Dockery
Post by m***@yahoo.com
Post by Will Dockery
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
Julie went away?
Julie got married... it happens.
But what about Pasko and the fine folks at Pizza Roma?
Last I heard, Pasko and family are doing great.
HTH and HAND.
I like those folks worked well with them during my short time as a pizza cook....
Good morning, yes many years ago.
W.Dockery
2024-07-12 15:42:52 UTC
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Post by Victor H.
Post by W-Dockery
Post by m***@yahoo.com
Post by Will Dockery
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
Julie went away?
Julie got married... it happens.
But what about Pasko and the fine folks at Pizza Roma?
Last I heard, Pasko and family are doing great.
HTH and HAND.
I like those folks worked well with them during my short time as a pizza cook....
Thanks again, Zod.

😏

Zod
2022-08-12 19:41:59 UTC
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Post by W-Dockery
Post by m***@yahoo.com
Post by Will Dockery
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
Julie went away?
Julie got married... it happens.
But what about Pasko and the fine folks at Pizza Roma?
Last I heard, Pasko and family are doing great.
HTH and HAND.
I remember Carol and James....
W.Dockery
2022-08-18 03:27:05 UTC
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Post by Zod
Post by W-Dockery
Post by m***@yahoo.com
Post by Will Dockery
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
Julie went away?
Julie got married... it happens.
But what about Pasko and the fine folks at Pizza Roma?
Last I heard, Pasko and family are doing great.
HTH and HAND.
I remember Carol and James....
Those two are hard to forget.

🙂
General-Zod
2024-03-23 21:44:16 UTC
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Post by m***@yahoo.com
Post by Will Dockery
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
Julie went away?
Julie got married... it happens.
But what about Pasko and the fine folks at Pizza Roma?
Last I heard, Pasko and family are doing great.
From the Parnello's Pizza days....!
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