Briarwood Poems - Poems about Briarwood

... “no!” … he said, “they’ll ne’er take Piccadilly!” then downed a pint in one gulp … tucking five pounds under the edge of his sodden Churchill coaster, “bloody awful price!” he grumbled quiet......

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...A poet’s pipe is the well of wisdom, Carved briarwood packed with words, And tis the flame of inspiration that touches the words, And weaves them into bluish threads of thought, As the poet puffs......

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...The pale moon shone brightly through the naked branches of Briarwood Cemetery. It, being an odd time to go in and pay respects, due to work and other obligations, this became the only available t......

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