Best Snell Poems

Poem about beautiful sunsets and the journey of life.

Spent all day walking on the beautiful powdery white beach. Picking
up oceans treasures, scallop shells calico in colors rich and diverse,
conch, coral, cockel, Sand dollar, sea biscuit, lightning welk, snell shells
of every kind. Ocean breakers emerald crashing...

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Silent River Run

Research fun gear, on-line or stocked.
Preparation: mixing, matching, dots.

Please, try not to harm the catches we snare;
Eat less of animal flesh;
And, plant lives matter, too....

Date and location decided -- she may or may not attend.
Checking bait and treble hooks, egg sinkers and split...

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Matthew delivers his latest bullet – tin...

from the Harris-Walz front
where liberal minded socially progressive
electorate doth agonizingly grunt
targeted in crosshairs scoped out 
eager and ready to be mortally wounded 
courtesy notorious big headed 
(and bigoted) infamous 
for bearing arms 
as if going on a hunt
as attested...

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hey Whats this 
gonna piss
in this exams
gonna mad
Hindi maths 
Mind gonna crack
computer G K 
What a freak hey
laws of snell
what the hell
Geography history
What a mystery
In exams Wanna score
But its very bore...

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Only three days in The Country’s Cell
And one won’t any longer feel well: 
The Damned Bizarre with a Killing Smell, 
A place Tortoise loses help from shell,
To be ringing in one’s ears Death’s Bell,
Dwarfing other sounds with somber knell…

Keen prayers for life to stones tell
Or...

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Stan's plan might be to kiss and tell 
To raunchy stories find and sell, 
She not the type, who judged things well,
When lips failed a secret its cell...

And she's got to protect her shell:
Not the end if privacy spell, 
Lust not listen to its hit...

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Along came a fire and I sat
Down beside her, the Earth's lava.
I move like a mule and a cat.
Not ever a care or botha.'

Wives and kids and money to be made.
Spinning dishes on poles evermore.
I stand a-muck with heart dismayed.
My compass smashed and far from...

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In tears of dying men a story:
Mostly of fears for unsafe children;
Clear witnessing of denied glory:
Son’s fragile fingers in hot cauldron
If that is scenic, also gory
“Please God, my child by Brook Kidron.”

Very bitter a ripe farewell,
Their offspring’s they see drown in well
Their closing eyes sure...

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Her exquisite lace linen collar tiered in layers of dainty threes
Was not the only beautifying feature of Princess LaCrees
Her beetle necklace of green peridot was engraved well
Her monocle was designed by Bob Mackie’s protégé, Snell.
She was the ultimate spring peeper croaker.
We saw by her wardrobe,...

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Camp E-How-Kee.
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Camp E-How-Kee
as a child
had it's dark side as well.

Paul Butler is doing life
for robbery
i know.
He was black and seemed
like a nice kid back then,
he was the token
in our small...

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Billy played the banjo, sometimes the fiddle, too
While grandpa rattled the spoons and sang
About a sip of “that good ol’ mountain dew.”

Occasionally Mr. Snell came over and brang *
His collection of gourds, they made a harmony
While grandpa rattled the spoons and sang.

The makeshift band welcomed,...

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