Bock Poems - Poems about Bock

...The mountains roll, the mountains ride, they cut a swath across the sky; the mountains rise, the mountains drop, if dirt gets going, it don’t stop; the mountains loom, the mountains bock, amongs......

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... It's the season for leaves and flowers to appear. Snow and frost are expected to disappear. Now is the time for enjoyment of bock beer. With its deep brown color and distinctive taste, ......

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...The wild beast On the savanna runs the spring-bock not easy to catch by lions, but as it gets older and slower, it loses out and becomes a meal for the predators. A million years ago my ancesto......

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...“I'll be BOCK” a quote from an Arnie gig Here's another, “Bring me the head of a pig” Sure this one's got ya stumped It's Brian Reagan's best punch A real funny man with a following quite......

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...grey day's antidote cold beer muted telly ad rain sound on the roof Brian Johnston April 8, 2016 Poet’s Note: Inspired by Erasmus Bock on Facebook's Japanese Poetry Garden Path......

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...freshly prepped garden - affection I left behind crumbling embers Brian Johnston April 2,2016 Poet's Notes: Inspired by Erasmus Bock on FaceBook's Japanese Poetry Garden Path......

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...Poet: Ken Jordan Poem: I'm Sorry, I've Got To Go Edited By: Sparkle Jordan written: August/2014 Jazz aficionado's, remembers Chick Webb - Two sticks in hand, tap'n  on the rim ......

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... I would like to have some ice cold bock beer. It’s only available for a short time each year. With its deep brown color and distinctive taste, the stuff is too good to drink in haste. W......

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...I live in the city, illegal they are, 4 chickens, laying eggs, for me Bock Bock, She is red and the top chicken, she loves for me to tickle her under her wings, the chills and shakes, She is......

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...A watch from the berrtes eye secret silinet he cryies through the work of a jugten deed a world he sit where no one takes heed the new wind blows ash in dust a look from wishiling window showi......

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