Will Dockery wrote:
"General Zod" wrote in message
news:36ce9aa8-8dd7-4eda-af79-73bf07ea3344@googlegroups.com...
Will Dockery wrote:
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?
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
Will Dockery wrote:
"General Zod" wrote in message
news:36ce9aa8-8dd7-4eda-af79-73bf07ea3344@googlegroups.com...
Will Dockery wrote:
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
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.
Will Dockery wrote:
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.....
Will Dockery wrote:
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.....
madeforzyngagames@yahoo.com wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
"General Zod" wrote in message
news:36ce9aa8-8dd7-4eda-af79-73bf07ea3344@googlegroups.com...
Will Dockery wrote:
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.
Will Dockery wrote:
madeforzyngagames@yahoo.com wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
"General Zod" wrote in message
news:36ce9aa8-8dd7-4eda-af79-73bf07ea3344@googlegroups.com...
Will Dockery wrote:
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....
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
Will Dockery wrote:
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.....
Victor H. wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
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.
Love this Julie P. poem...
Will Dockery wrote:
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.....
Victor H. wrote:
Love this Julie P. poem...
An inspiring Muse, as you know.
https://www.facebook.com/groups/105463832836304/permalink/5275143459201623/
And so it goes.
Will Dockery wrote:
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.....
Will Dockery wrote:
Victor H. wrote:
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...!
madeforzyngagames@yahoo.com wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
"General Zod" wrote in message
news:36ce9aa8-8dd7-4eda-af79-73bf07ea3344@googlegroups.com...
Will Dockery wrote:
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.
Will Dockery wrote:
madeforzyngagames@yahoo.com wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
"General Zod" wrote in message
news:36ce9aa8-8dd7-4eda-af79-73bf07ea3344@googlegroups.com...
Will Dockery wrote:
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....
"General Zod" wrote in message
news:36ce9aa8-8dd7-4eda-af79-73bf07ea3344@googlegroups.com...
Will Dockery wrote:
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?
Will Dockery wrote:
madeforzyngagames@yahoo.com wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
"General Zod" wrote in message
news:36ce9aa8-8dd7-4eda-af79-73bf07ea3344@googlegroups.com...
Will Dockery wrote:
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....
Will Dockery wrote:
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.....
Will Dockery wrote:
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.....
Will Dockery wrote:
Victor H. wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
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....!
Will Dockery wrote:
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.....
Will Dockery wrote:
madeforzyngagames@yahoo.com wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
"General Zod" wrote in message
news:36ce9aa8-8dd7-4eda-af79-73bf07ea3344@googlegroups.com...
Will Dockery wrote:
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....
Will Dockery wrote:
madeforzyngagames@yahoo.com wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
"General Zod" wrote in message
news:36ce9aa8-8dd7-4eda-af79-73bf07ea3344@googlegroups.com...
Will Dockery wrote:
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....
Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
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.
Will Dockery wrote:
Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
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....
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
Again, an example of real life poetry, life that is transformed into art, such as:
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
***
Will Dockery wrote:
Again, an example of real life poetry, life that is transformed into art, such as:
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...!!
Will Dockery wrote:
Again, an example of real life poetry, life that is transformed into art, such as:
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
General-Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Again, an example of real life poetry, life that is transformed into art, such as:
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.
Will Dockery wrote:
Again, an example of real life poetry, life that is transformed into art, such as:
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
Will Dockery wrote:
Again, an example of real life poetry, life that is transformed into art, such as:
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
General-Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Again, an example of real life poetry, life that is transformed into art, such as:
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
Will Dockery wrote:
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
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