Armload Poems - Poems about Armload

... I love you so much my co co be de d'amour Al, you are my heart what I love the most about Valenti......

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...Mr. Langford owned a candy store that was slow all year round. Except for Valentine's day when it was filled with spangled eyed lovers coming in for sweets and armloads of red roses in the......

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..."Dear man with eyes of finest wheat, I'm hungry and I have nothing to eat " Said the beggar to the florist who had an armload of floral work to do She showed up every Valentines Day to pick up he......

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...Shivering me, lost in thoughts of falling snow with eyes impaled on lights that blink and glow I watch the Christmas scene unfold and flow into a stitch of time, that hours can't un-sew The......

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...the free state is actually not free casting my line into the many manipulations worked by dust devils and hierophants gambling their grunt wages on my young ass like cowboys on a cattle free vaca......

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...A WELCOMING AUTUMN ARRIVES AT OUR DOORSTEP BRINGING AN ARMLOAD OF COLORS RICH AND BRIGHT. THE MYSTIFYING COLORS OF THE SUN GIVES WAY TO THE RUSSET LEAVES OF BEAUTY AS WE SPOT THE SUNLIGHT TINGED WITH......

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...I had a dream a few nights ago and felt so blessed that it was just a dream.* My house was on fire and firefighters could not save it. No one's health and life were at risk nor were pets endangered b......

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...The snail is one of God’s creatures. In his home in the forest land He keeps the ground cleared with his crunching. That’s a good thing and I understand. But why does he come to my garden To ......

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...You could feel it couldn't you son who has left the room mother electricity the 1,000 bolts 10,000 volts (not even 27 years could cure) I give myself over I fall and I gladly go i swan dive to rock ......

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...The Slug The slug is one of God’s creatures. In his home in the forest land He keeps the ground cleared with his crunching. That’s a good thing and I understand. But why does he come to my ......

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...The rain clouds overflow and spill. I shiver in the wind. Stooping to pick some springtime, I bring an armload in. My house is filled with sunshine, For on all the window sills Are streams of......

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