Ary Poems - Poems about Ary

...This poem may have some lampoonery Because the character has a bit of buffoon-ary A lanky jokester who loves to play With mirth and joy you see right away His honest guffaws gives me a chuckle ......

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...Last month I prayed for rain in California..So the Flames would die. And people could survive.' Now I'm giving thanks in feb-ru-ary.. That our Lords still The same in this.. Twenty twenty five.! ......

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...Alone on a star, I wish to see hope granted but alas from afar, our love ran cold like a stream gone dry. I picked up my broken heart and carried it ever so soft, I wandered the places where......

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...February or Feb-u-ary Tooz-day or Tee-use-day Wends-day or Wednesday Say 'em like you mean 'em else you'll demean 'em......

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...Adestes Fidelis We Three Kings of Orient Are Angels We Have Heard on High Yuletide Carol I Wonder As I Wander Noel, Noel Angels, From the Re......

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...Christmas is love, my friend, Happiness does easily blend Rejuvenating our family ties Inviting all to the table Singing of the holy stable, The manger,......

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...Masses forming classes boarding: Corral Gates of slaughter, hauling, sorting- human beings-aborting our innocent(sons and daughters) Bishops Queens and Cannon Fodder- their crop of sheep sacrific......

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...THE CROSS ON CALVARY BY ADAM M SHAVE ALL I WANT IS TO SAY.WILL YOU BE BACK ONEDAY.TO THE CROSS ON CALVARY TO THE SINS YOU SET FREE. ALL I WANT IS TO SAY .WILL YOU BE BACK ONE DAY .TO THE CROSS ON ......

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...it fast in scary cat qui...

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...you can see a man's nipple on a movie screen i can jog topless but don't because of my belly but believe you me i could expose my teat even though the definition makes the discu......

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...Mary Teresa of Albania became Mother Teresa of Calcutta, Overcoming many ups and downs on the pious path she set. Tormented by the agony of the poor and the destitute H......

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...The World is a testing ground to burn out impurity, a forge of sorts, sorting out infermity. A Threshing floor of chaff and wheat. The bread of life consuming your choices as you eat. Of ......

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...I know not of iambic pentameter, I don’t even know my own diameter. And when I travel about a mile, I don’t know how much is a kilometer. So I might be slightly confused, About all those words......

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...A fit is thrown at the mere suggestion that they have to memorize something. Memorization is boring. They refuse. What is the point? We have the Internet. We have I-pads. We have I-phones. ......

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...peal back the curtain certain from their eyes blaze of something famed no surprise, minus the perpetual rest deep inside Summer with whispers holding fast there's a certain curtain beneath thei......

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