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John Davidson Poems

  • A Cinque Port
    Below the down the stranded town
    What may betide forlornly waits,
    With memories of smoky skies,
    When Gallic navies crossed the straits; ...
  • Imagination
    There is a dish to hold the sea,
    A brazier to contain the sun,
    A compass for the galaxy,
    A voice to wake the dead and done! ...
  • Song Of A Train
    A monster taught
    To come to hand
    As swift as thought ...
  • A Runnable Stag
    When the pods went pop on the broom, green broom,
    And apples began to be golden-skinn'd,
    We harbour'd a stag in the Priory coomb,
    And we feather'd his trail up-wind, up-wind, ...
  • A Ballad Of Hell
    'A letter from my love to-day!
    Oh, unexpected, dear appeal!'
    She struck a happy tear away,
    And broke the crimson seal. ...
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Markoniku: if you want to be successful, you should start on a new path, not follow the beaten path of success. john davidson rockefeller
Knottyhill: the results from this sundays easter egg                                     playing h/cap   points 1st - stephen bloor               17              33 2nd - david bell                   20              32 3rd - john davidson             19               31 (last 9)
Janethollister8: kirsty davidson, artist.
Chris_jast: that's right! 1 of 3 players with either 0 or 00 (since 1950-51). john davidson was the other 00. the only player to wear 0? neil sheehy
Johnhamdavidson: thanks to nancy clendaniel, my photographer from john davidson's singer's summer camp, for sending along these shots from march of '78. nancy has an impressive portfolio you can check out here:
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Three men I saw beside a bar,
Regarding o'er their bottle,
A frog who smoked a rank cigar
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A Pasha frog it must have been
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