Afterschool Poems - Poems about Afterschool

...I REMEMBER (1) Candles & nightlights    flickering bright blackout curtains     shutting out light Dripping setting    from Sunday's roast spread  thick on Monday's toast Paper chains ......

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...They are, Still in touch with reality They Value logistics over statistics, They ask the right questions. They don't believe in a totally cashless society, Their vision for the future include......

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...three thirty, exact the bell jangled gathered my coat foregoing the afterschool match tuesday my weekly treat awaited on gran's baking tray I opened the back door a......

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...three thirty, exact foregoing the afterschool match tuesday my weekly treat awaits on gran's baking tray arriving there a spicy aroma fiiled the air it was freshly baked my ......

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...*Image of The Farmhouse by UNS. Hint of Autumn Sunstar wakes, Aurora reacts, As light skews her southernmost sky, A roost rouses, a rooster crows, Henhouse's wood handle lif......

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...three thirty, exact the bell jangled gathered my coat foregoing the afterschool match tuesday my weekly treat awaited on gran's baking tray I opened the back door a......

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...Skies are filled with lonely empty silhouettes Climbing up a lonely stair when I am late It is not so easy to distance yourself away Cuz good old memories fill empty passage ways It's not as ......

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...Autumns I Once Knew Curtis Johnson It was the sight and sound o......

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...When I was young what child is this My memory of my childhood, I can go back to when I was four Mostly walking but yet crawling on the floor, I was mostly good When I was young I had fun, Sittin......

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...ABC Afterschool Special was my favorite program as kid when it was on I never hid at that young age I was gentle after high school heavy metal television has been my life enjoy watching it with the w......

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...If I told you what my dream really was, You might think I had a serious buzz, If I told you what was my fantasy, Some might think it could never be, If I told you that late at night, I dream ......

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...While I lie on this stone wall hand almost too weary to write I can see tiny ants scurrying about on the pavement curious mobile sesame seeds exploring an empty bottle and the last few of the lon......

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