Faces On Mugs

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As we made the rounds looking for things to sell,
In our several antique booths where we did quite well.
I often saw nice things I liked so much that I bought,
Thus starting a collection of things I then sought.

 

 

 

 

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I think our downfall selling antiques back at that time,
Was the things we collected and kept that were fine.
We ended up with thousands of dollars here at home,
Sitting on the shelf collecting dust as we did roam.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Faces On Mugs

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Once I bought that first Head Mug I was hooked.
I loved Indian heads because of the way they looked.
So they were the start of my collection that did grow,
As we saw them at auctions and places we did go.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Some were very shiny with very plump rosy cheeks,
Others were flat with steely looking eyes that seek.
With hats from the past sitting on top of their heads,
And fancy collars on their neck of black and red.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Some have real goofy eyes and big red ugly lips.
With the tops of their big heads cut off flat for a sip.
Some have black and white hair looking like a cap,
With shiny brown eyes smiling big like a weird sap.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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One has the face of a woman with clothes of a man,
From colonial times with orange hair looking grand.
There is one eye popping right out of one guy’s head,
With an expression that looks like he is almost dead.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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One head has graying hair with a mustache and beard,
With eyes cutting up, looking just a little bit weird.
The next has bushy eyebrows and eyes cutting left,
While smoking a short black cigar with a little zest.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The next guy is sitting down while drinking a brew,
With yellow pants, white socks, and black shoes.
Next is a dude with a very funky looking black hat,
With an expression on his face looking like a democrat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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This next guy is an old wrinkled Englishman for sure,
With his top hat and ruffled collar looking so pure.
Then we have an orange skinned dude winking big,
While sucking on a stogie looking kind of like a pig.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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This next guy looks like an old bearded English bum,
Talking back to the little people after he had his rum.
Ah and there’s old Chief Sitting Bull ready for war,
With his head dress of feathers looking like a star.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Some one set em up all around in the English Pub,
With strong ale, they’ll soon be singing at the club,
In those fine orange and blue outfits looking so rad,
With those old hat’s they’re wearing looking so bad.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Now the Crimson pumpernickel just came to the pub,
With a fine young lassie with a silk coat of bright red.
I hear old Crimson thinks he is bit of a Casanova.
With that smug look on his face of Crimson and Clover.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Wait look who just walked in this pubs front door,
It’s Don Quixote eyeballing that lassie on the floor,
Look, Don brought his own minstrel to sing a love song,
Don will soon be leaving with the lassie tagging along.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sorry I got a little carried away on the last few verses,
But I just needed to express myself before I cursed.
With this small apology, I will bid you a good goodbye,
May all your wishes be fulfilled as through life you fly.

 

 

 

 

 

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By Bill

 

 

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Thanks for reading Faces On Mugs,
Bill