Bulbed Poems - Poems about Bulbed

...Twenty years elapsed since Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 5th, 2004 Often these days the following genuine sentiment Matthew Scott Harris doth wish to share one son, cuz ......

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...Oh that Lily, she the epitome of a Golden Child as I watched her Exuding effortless grace, a liquid-silver baton— a Haddon Heights Garnett. a Blazing Comet / enchanting / popular and ......

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...Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost... ~ May fourth, 2005 wedded bliss nearly fifty years half a century almost me not most favorite grown offspring, she (when alive) did boast, ab......

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...Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 4th, 2004 Often these days (closing in on the eighth anniversary of eighth orbit around mister sun), the following genuine sentiment Matth......

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...** Shopping Center Blackbird ** He, rising in defense of the others, Presenting himself, to all with ears To hear and before all eyes, The black, flapping silhouette atop The silver, double-b......

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...Mother dearest Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 4th, 2004 Often these days (early May 2021) the following genuine sentiment Matthew Scott Harris doth wish to share one son,......

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...November Occasions Yon citrus ejecting shifts blue eyes green sovereign swallowtails feast midst chartreuse range ~0~ ~0~ ~0~ ~0~ ~0~ whilst back......

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...Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 4th, 2004 Often these days the following genuine sentiment Matthew Scott Harris doth wish to share one son, cuz fifteen years after mother ......

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...Oh What A Christmas Tree Mistletoes, poinsettias, holly, and pinecones, stimulate their confidences regarding passage, Tenuous fancied is the Norfolk pine, object facing, particular n......

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...I had a red jeep once, my husband rigged it up with Christmas lights on the running board. I was puffed up about it. My grandparents had the best Christmas lights; they were jewel-toned, and ......

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...Running cracks of lead flaked paint, spiders across the front door like a grandfather's forehead. Its hinges squeal from years of inattention and forgotten maintenance Floor boards moan a song of......

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