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OH how great they fly, flipping fluttering;
all wearing masks, their faces in a twist. -
I thread my arms with a wire of barbs
tell me why I feel no pain -
painful tolls the bell,
in that dread hour at fire rise. -
How great and wond'rous a thing,
a gift, -
What creature on earth
is lonely as shaded sunflower? -
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Sore the windswept sky, dawn rises...her girth unfolds;
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Oh, my dear, my nighttime obsession, She is all that is beauty,
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Ti's in my mind images terrorize. What an abhorrent game is to be played
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Out on that feild we fought, Brave men for their kind.
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A poem of hope from bad times.
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In life, few things seem pure...
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Hello Happy-go-Lucky Mongoose-Duck! How do you fair today my funny friend?
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Two in the morning, and longing for sleep.
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"Wisdom begins in Wonder" -Socrates
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Every one special to me. / Little tokens of memories past. / Even now I look at them and think, cute. / Playful memories of mistakes made prior. / Having turned to a little tradition. / A funny gift shared
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Today I'm sitting on the ground,
playing with my toys and such.by demon bunny90 4 lines, 1 comment, on Apr 15 4:12 PM 2007 -
Crying is a great thing don't let it go.
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This poem seems pretty dumb at first but i think we need to consider that some people have real problems.
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It almost hurts to write this poem. hehe!!
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this poem is dedicated to my girl friend.who until i came was just a "friend for rent".
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For you I leave this tale,
of a man wit, -
take a walk with me,
down an old lonely road, -
Don't question God. Question the human race.
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I believe dance to be an art and a language. Although i'm not the best dancer one of my favourite things to do is dance with my pretty lady
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LOOK!!
Man, we jump from the sky, fuck u in the face -
After school I walk in the door toss my bag and head downstairs.
I sit it at my desk, flick on the light, and let the music blare. -
As she strides through the woods
ever so elegantly, her bow -
Last I remember I was lieing in my bed
pondering my life, all of my problems. -
A dark boulevard of black roses,
as i wander through wearily. -
Born in the country,
raised on the farm, -
OK, let me lay it down for you,
my name is jizzly wig, -
Rage by request,
I feel this fateful test.
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