David Lewis Paget Poems

The passengers from the ‘Bold Dundee'
Were sick as they crawled ashore,
Tossed about in an angry sea
By the God that they knew as Thor.
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The old man sat on the long park bench
Where the children used to play,
He seemed to be harmless, sitting there
Though he'd be there every day.
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‘I like to wander along the beach,
Meander close to the sea,
To hear the whispering eddies speak,
Refreshing each memory.
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We were way up there on the Ferris Wheel
When it came to a sudden stop,
We'd only got on for the final ride
And it left us up at the top.
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Down in the depths of Frosty Hollow
The Dell where nobody sleeps,
The eyes are watching one another
In case some human peeps,
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If life was a bed of roses, then
My neighbour would fit the bill,
He'd built him a twelve room mansion
Next to me, on top of the hill,
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The night was dark, in a brooding pall
With thunderheads at its core,
But only the sound of heaving swells
Were heard to break on the shore.
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She worked part-time as a seamstress,
An ordinary sort of girl,
But one with a dash of blue-eyed wit,
An endearing brunette curl.
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I'm not into modern music since
The Spyders came to town,
One of those painted-tainted groups
That you often see around,
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He sat in a small compartment by
The window, on a train,
The passengers huddled around him
Saying, ‘Tell that one again! '
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