Best Flannels Poems

Flannels warms the soft skin behind,
the silk topper brushes chin ward.
The air hangs heavy with the scent of lavender
and all is as it should be...

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I dont know much about her
but I heard she wasnt that talkative
She didnt like being alive
She was numb to all the pain she had to...

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Klain oh what a pain
Klain you drive me insane 
without you its like im in eternal rain
what a conundrum i just can't explain 
You can...

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He swaddles me in soft-worn flannels
to comfort my hard-won heart.

He waters me
washed bare smooth souled
with tears of suffering
and joy.

He caves my soundless nights
with dreams from...

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On storm-ripped nights when seaboards crack
And wings of angels rendered black
Are clouds that seethe and boil on high,
The canvas of some desolate sky.
On empty days...

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Simple were my tastes as a Hoosier country boy.
I'd heard of the fancy grub enjoyed by the hoi polloi,
But what set my youthful taste buds...

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I am going to grow old 
suddenly.
it will happen one day 
while eating peanut butter 
worrying about a lie I told 
thirty-seven years ago 
wondering...

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there is this bar i went to once up north
 it is called les pugilist.

 it is a canadian dive bar somewhere
 in the western...

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With breathless haste and trembling hope 
Comes April's long awaited day. 
Flannels fitted, cleats are cleared. 
Bats all polished, heroes cheered. 
The rosters set, the...

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April and the clocks forward spring,
our cricket practice gets in full swing.
Nets to untangle from their poles,
players to call and enrol.

Gang mowers to grease and...

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They float on the ocean of sky.
In the land of the cloud they fly.
They are happy, they are swift,
They are cool and very sweet.
Their eyes...

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April and the clocks forward spring,our cricket practice gets in full swing.Nets to 
untangle from their poles,players to call and enrol.Gang mowers to grease and...

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In the beginning this boat was bare, 
Greenest with infant's sinless stare; 
Before soles more selfish than sane
Had trodden its dreary derelict main. 

First to...

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april starts   clocks forward spring
practice in full swing
nets untangled from their poles
players to contact & enroll
gang mowers greased&oiled
kit-bag dis-embroiled
grass-stained pads   whitened...

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He is out to spread his tentacles
In the face, of combative obstacles,
And dying to end through a tackle
Any unacceptable spectacle 
Between The Rickety and The...

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