The 'Wick is south of the western field, which in turn is east of the spring fields
A peninsula in an unconventional way; ice and lakes houses were back in our heyday
One year older than this grand old nation; only memories remain of the south lake station
Home of Wenekeiamaug, yours truly, and Lobo; our principle crops are corn, milk, and tobacco.
Four towns, three counties, two provinces and two different states; our little Jog is in just the right place.
Author notes
Take a guess, do you know what it is? Just a random little ditty that floated across my mind when I felt like being indirect answering a question! Enjoy!
-J€ŠŠÍ©Å-
P.S. Should I split the stanzas into the little half phrases? Hmmm... critical comments, please!
Written September 12th, 2006
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Wow, very witty and sweet
I see the voice of this poem as town crier and LOVE it. You should submit this to the Chamber of Commerce, or the town historian. Cudos to you, Uba
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Your town sounds so cute!
My friend Kate lives there.
Cute ditty, love it
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Still loving our little towns tribute
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thats y i guessed it....duh
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What else would you expect from me?
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some really weird, out there, directions? hmmm...dunno
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Well atleast its a dedication to our great littl dip an doda day type of town. I love our town
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Yes, I noticed the rough rhythm myself, I'm working on it presently... thank you for the comment and the applaud!
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best i've read in a while
it sounds sort of like a freestyle rap...at least that's how i read it...i found a few lines a little rough on flow (maybe just becasue of how i read it)...but i have to say that i just absolutely loved the thing
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