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When The Mill Shut Down / Will Dockery
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Will Dockery
2015-08-15 04:37:04 UTC
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When The Mill Shut Down

When the mill shut down
we hit the pavement with a thud
then we all got up and kept walking.

Some to the work house
some to the poor house
some to the whorehouse
and the grave.

-Will Dockery
Will Dockery
2015-08-17 12:47:11 UTC
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The End
No, there's a few more chapters left, such as...

She Sleeps Tight

Sleeps so tight
she has a marksman's eye.
Maker's mark
tattoo firewater spine.
Leather shoes
but nowhere to go.

Dice and coins
scattered in the snow.
Dice and coins
scattered in the snow.

Won't be long,
until I see her face.
She's waiting
in an undisclosed place.
I've been conspired
banned from my muse.

This won't stick
poor boy's all confused.
This won't stick
poor boy's all confused.

In Salem town
she keeps her chin so high.
Darkened breeze
she smiles as I roll by.
Step inside
she looks for tables left.

Wink at time
nothing lasts except yourself.
Wink at time
nothing lasts except yourself.

Like a Steamboat
she plans to roll on down.
To the Gulf
out of this dirty town.
Copper mesh
kept stuffed in a jar.

Sharp cold hit
turning wine to water.
Sharp cold hit
turning wine to water.

We know him
eye deed by his ship.
In a trap
a kind of goose chase trip.
Whiskey fumes
and stale gun smoke.

Sunk and drowned
with all her knives and jokes.
Sunk and drowned
with all her knives and jokes.

Sleeps so tight
she has a marksman's eye.
Maker's mark
tattoo firewater spine.
Leather shoes
but nowhere to go.

-Will Dockery

And so it goes...


Read more at
http://gdancesbetty.blogspot.com/2011/04/she-sleeps-tight-wil-dockery.html
Will Dockery
2015-09-16 22:12:27 UTC
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This reads more like the first sentence
of a Will Dockery autobiography than
a poem. Don't stop there. Continue
the progression. Keep up the good
work! I'll be away most of the day,
but look forward to discussing this
later when we both have more time.
A good example of Corey on a better day, which, unfortunately, never lasted
long.

Posts like these make me miss the little cuss, though.

:D
Will Dockery
2015-09-16 22:14:12 UTC
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This reads more like the first sentence
of a Will Dockery autobiography than
a poem. Don't stop there. Continue
the progression. Keep up the good
work! I'll be away most of the day,
but look forward to discussing this
later when we both have more time.
"It takes courage to be a real friend to Corey."
-'Angel' (wife of Rev707)
Lord knows I did try.

:D
Will Dockery
2016-01-01 05:48:21 UTC
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When The Mill Shut Down

When the mill shut down
we hit the pavement with a thud
then we all got up and kept walking.

Some to the work house
some to the poor house
some to the whorehouse
and the grave.

-Will Dockery

For those who missed the start of this thread.

c & c welcome.

:D
Bill Evans
2016-01-01 11:14:33 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
When The Mill Shut Down
When the mill shut down
we hit the pavement with a thud
then we all got up and kept walking.
Some to the work house
some to the poor house
some to the whorehouse
and the grave.
A lightweight poem about a heavy subject, but brevity can
pack a punch, as it does here.

I know that artistically speaking our culture favors threes
instead of fours, but would it be worthwhile to give a nod
to alcoholism here?

Some to the work house
some to the poor house
some to the ale house
some to the whorehouse
and the grave.
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Will Dockery
2016-06-18 13:54:57 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
When The Mill Shut Down
When the mill shut down
we hit the pavement with a thud
then we all got up and kept walking.
Some to the work house
some to the poor house
some to the whorehouse
and the grave.
A lightweight poem about a heavy subject, but brevity can
pack a punch, as it does here.

I know that artistically speaking our culture favors threes
instead of fours, but would it be worthwhile to give a nod
to alcoholism here?

Some to the work house
some to the poor house
some to the ale house
some to the whorehouse
and the grave.
--
Bill Evans / Box 1224 / Mariposa, CA 95338 / (209)742-4720
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I appreciate the feedback on the poetry.

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Will Dockery
2016-11-30 22:45:20 UTC
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"AWOL" wrote in message news:816409ea-3956-417e-a59a-***@googlegroups.com...

The Sniper Wore a Starched Collar

In the beginning, the threat was set

and guided by a star called North er make that South,

the thousand mile journey began;

destination, Doonanny. Target:

Shadowville Will, lead crooner at Hog Bottom,

best BBQ and flies and dust in town.



At mile 707, a voice rang out

as that sniper passed a sign

"Best Finger Picken, Drippin, Likken, BBQ in town"

and that sign became a sign

and the voice said: "Drop your long gun,

pick up instead, a cardboard boxed,

throw away camera, titled Kodak and shoot

your target with shaky hands through lens

rather than scope and you will be greeted

as friend rather than foe, even though Shadowville Will

would have a chill, at first, who's on second?"



And so it was, a video of grainy dust to dust grew

as blood spilled, was forsaken

(except the poor pig, roasting on an open fire)

and the journey home brought smiles

to that sniper with starched collar,

knowing an Angel waited with open arms

and legs, keeping the last supper of mutton so far away

from thought, but caution is sent to all:

beware the sniper with starched collar, as he whispers

vengeance is mine sayeth me...

while taking a pee, poo and wipeth

Praise Jesus (my landscaper) and Happy New Year.

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An a.a.p.c. Holiday classic...

Thanks Jim, and Reverend, where ever you may roam.

:)
Will Dockery
2016-11-30 22:48:14 UTC
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Tommy passed last week. Gunny is still
hanging in there, but he'll go soon too.
Bill is as ornery as ever, and still calls
Angel Crystal. Leo and Geno are both
looking good, and seem to be doing well.
There are a few new faces around the
Ward, both patients and staff. Otherwise,
it's pretty much the same old same old.
That's about all the news I have today.
Let's hope Gunny doesn't follow you online.

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Or some ignorant troll pretending to be Gunny.
Will Dockery
2016-12-02 17:20:58 UTC
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You have to be joking because this is a poem of great seriousness and
depth.
Yes, real story of real people and real tragedy.

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