Lawrence Hall

The former address, "reactionary drivel," was a P. G. Wodehouse gag that few ever understood to be a mildly self-deprecating joke. Drivel, perhaps, but not reactionary. Neither the Red Caps nor the Reds ever got it.

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Tuesday, March 23, 2021

The Men of the Bible Class Pose for a Photograph on the Steps of the Methodist Church in 1968 - poem

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Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/ poeticdrivel.blogspot.com The Men of the Bible Class P...

Tuesday, February 12, 2019

A Baton, But No Orchestra - poem

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Lawrence Hall mhall46184@aol.com A Baton, But No Orchestra Majestic in their yellow-painted shields Imperious trumping traffic lights...

Thursday, February 7, 2019

This Little Town, Where Nothin' Ever Happens - poem

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Lawrence Hall, HSG mhall46184@aol.com This Little Town, Where Nothin’ Ever Happens So Bubby said that on graduation night He and Jamb...

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About This Not-Really Reactionary

Lawrence Hall, HSG: Y'r 'umble scrivener knows how to milk cows (altho' he long ago swore to own no livestock larger than dachshunds), build fences, clear brush, and cut firewood. After 18 months in Viet-Nam and Cambodia he worked his way through university as an ambulance driver, nurses' aide, and then LVN. BA in History, University of San Diego, 1976; MEd, Stephen F. Austin State University, 1984; MA in English, Stephen F. Austin State University, 2002. He also taught school, but that makes him a class (no pun) enemy just now. He has been rejected by some of the finest publishing houses in America.

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