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O'Malley Alley

A poem

By Mother Combs (Sharon)Published 3 years ago • 1 min read
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Down an old alley

Longer than any hall

Lives old man O’Malley

Who used to be a doctor on call

No one could keep a better tally

Not even young Paul

He was the life of any rally

Even if he’d never been to Montreal

He knew his way around a galley

If you will recall

His wife’s name was Sally

His first name is Saul

Their house is in a valley

Surrounded by a wall

This is the finale

Go and have yourself a ball

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Mother Combs (Sharon)

Come near, sit a spell, and listen to tales of old as I sit and rock by my fire. I'll serve you some cocoa and cookies as I tell you of the time long gone by when your Greats-greats once lived.

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    Written by Mother Combs (Sharon)