Borrow Poems - Poems about Borrow

I went to my neighbors To ask for a favor And said may I borrow Stuff I need tomorrow, But she stopped me short With this stunning retort: “Do you need sugar cane Drano for a clogged drain Or perhaps some flour Or did you lose power.” I answered, “I just need…” And she quickly agreed Saying, “I have some Spam About twenty-five cans Cigarettes, mayonnaise Both purebreds and strays Magnets,...

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As I see a leaf fall apart I see the love that depart The roads are paved with stones like needle I always walk through pain that moodle Oh God deliver thy happiness Give me sorrows For that I am from the burrow...

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Beg for the courage Borrow the power of love Steal somebody's heart...

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In the dusting of the Springtime when Winter's breath would fall away the buds of Spring's birthing would climb memories of yesterday stay when guitars played along the lane and filled our hearts with soft romance as lovers, we enjoyed the rain and felt warm raindrops with our dance giving no thought to tomorrow as we moved in the night of Spring beneath the lamplights,...

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Muggle catching monster with your four eyes strong To follow you from place to place might be simply wrong Your fuzzy furry hairy head needs trimmed, it is way too long Your incisors have the length of a skinny king kong Some people have said you look like a total ding dong. I like you forever though; can I borrow...

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BORROW BORROW Mebo mebo Borrow borrow nation of the world They cant stop The wont stop The whole nation is plunged in debt The nation never stops borrowing The world keeps lending The agony is never ending Billions today Trillions tomorrow But we still need more Pouring money into meaningless pursuits If a nation plunges her people into debts One expects developments But none in sight Please what animal is accused...

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To Borrow, Means To Return Miracle man 6-4-2022 I often lose tools through friends who hijack, so if you borrow my tools please bring them back. Missing tools can create a hardship when tasking, and causes me, the embarrassment of asking. Some must think age is a synonym for fool, people I hire,(often innocently) take a tool. A wrench or ratchet that remained in...

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Take my heart cause yours are broken Borrow my smile if you need it I will give you my life just to make you alive Give me one more try let me love you on my way cause yours is harder to top I can't give what you want or how much you deserve I can give you my time give you my hope...

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Never count money not held in your hand, and never stand good for the debts of a friend; For some never learn though they grow old and feeble. It pays to use caution when dealing with people....

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Beg Steal Or Borrow...Live For Tomorrow Metallic gray skies...the fledgling dies ...

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Give me two cents rate During my efforts to quit, ...

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The man in the isolated bar Had come in a dust-engulfed car From a destination, very far Like the far-flung star: Via routes of more sand and less tar. Now, drinking to be calm, The stuff, a believed balm His cup plastered to his palm Not likely to occasion him any harm… It’d been the poorest harvest in his farm! A drinking in...

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Can I borrow your pliers? As I really want to rid myself of this ring in my nose, How it got there nobody knows. I am being led to places I don't want to go, And my brain is starting to slow, My immunity is dangerously low. My computer is no help, You can hear me yelp, As I feel it gives...

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At first it was sugar Could I spare a cup? Don’t be silly, I replied. Being new, I did not understand It was not going to be just a one-time thing. I sent her home with an unopened ten pound bag. She would replace it on Tuesday. That was ten years ago, I never found out which Tuesday. Last week she came over...

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Have a look at those young souls. They seem to be haunted by the very spectre of tomorrow. The grinding poverty outside, Leaves them with no choice other than to toil and borrow. No precious possessions to call as their own, No food, no shoes, not even a safe shelter. The grinding poverty outside, Makes them least bothered about the absence of...

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