Brickle Poems - Poems about Brickle

...Spooky Ghostly Halloween the sky looks like velveteen. Wild loud howls, nowhere to be seen, echo through of the wolverine. The citrine moon hangs, high, a wicked smile, cunning, and sly. ......

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...My green autumn, you goaded me to write. I love the way you sparkle, shake, and hurl. Conquering my mind day and by the night, Always musing about the shorn kiss curl. Let me approa......

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...Cold icy frozen dessert in colors of all kind I have sixteen favorites in the back of my mind They give me brain freeze for they are full of frost. Give me my most favorite pure Haagen Daz. Pea......

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...When was the last time you heard "butter brickle" or saw the hammer and sickle I'll bet you a wooden nickel it's about the last time you ate a non-kosher pickle!......

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...I don't think I'm too fickle; it should be kind of brickle- without a nasty prickle and just a bit of trickle. My fancy, it should tickle; goes well with pumpernickel. If you can guess- earn ni......

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.... for public domain All Day Tomorrow ( a cast of characters in song ) Homeless Jo and Jane: We've got all day tomorrow, to wait by the New Jersey shore, to beg for a nickel 'cause we'r......

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...CONFECTIONATES Hurt Teeth Here In My Mouth Twenty Below My teeth are bitter cold Aching so much so Bit down on a red pop-cycle After inhaling mint malted butter brickle Nasal dip tried choco......

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...Once at dawn upon a wandered mind when day had dwelled within a dream, I stood afore a forest's edge and gazed upon its refulgent grassy gleams. Home alone on a house's deck perched before the a......

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...BLUE BELL PASSION Pound, pound, pound! my melting feet move a rhythmic sound I feel, I feel, almost soothed. My chocolate chip sweat drips over me. Almost done. my butter pecan steps tri......

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...Don’t go walking in the forest where the trees have fingers And the lions go aprowling and the moon hangs low Don’t go skipping through the alleyways of strange dark shadows Don’t you dawdle where......

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