Call In Poems - Poems about Call In

It was a a close call; Twas a misstep I almost fall; So call in misstep of winters night sun sleeps moonlit wakes; Despite of the rederick; I held on to the positives; Night to dawn: Shines so bright; Lightly drinks the fawn; So call in misstep of winters night sun sleeps moonlit wakes; In the dark sun sleeps; As the awaken moon soul dance; When...

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Possible seventy-nine-degree high today A day to twirl, and dance and play. I am saying to everyone I feel sick. We should all be home. Drawing pictures, planting flowers, writing a poem. My boss comes in, but sneakily, like a cat. I do not see her coming. I am in a giddy mood, people are dancing and humming We have had...

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I will call in sick on Monday. It is Monday after all. No. Too obvious. I shall call in sick on Tuesday. Cannot this Tuesday though, paperwork is due. I will definitely call in sick on Wednesday. That is my least favorite day because we stay for a boring meeting, an extra hour. Better not. ...

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Why do you do why we wait? Love of love is love when it is day four. Now if the thinking of the past will be out of. The mind then why do you regret it? Forgetting how we now cut off the day and night? You just tell me now that this is question. Or the distance between the distances...

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Pray a wakeup call in the world has begun Tho clouds may punish with storms on the ground All harm will soon vanquish with a rising sun As peace ‘n the promise of a new day is found. Tho clouds may generate storms on the ground It is with love ‘n compassion we will survive As peace ‘n the promise of...

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Hello sir how are you today Yesterday was the last day You yelled at me And made the humanity in me want to flee You called me stupid and worthless How rude of you and selfish I have thoughts and feelings And after yesterday im left reeling I dont know who I am anymore But I don't want revenge or to settle the score Im...

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In Memory of Sgt. Greg Moore: "Last Roll Call" By Laura Bonneville Delacroix I wanted you to help me climb the tree I wanted you to be proud when you looked at me I don't know what happened Or where you did go Please oh Please Momma say it ain't so What do you mean I don't know what you are saying… It...

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Drugs like anger and toxin like pills Flashing from the side of the ditch. Holding out the rain, trying so hard to rot whatever it touches. Curses to the sun that drying *****, flooding the world with her harsh light. Waking all the thinking neurons. Firing together, they hold the promise of death. Drugs like anger and toxin like pills Fast...

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let us know before you go and walk out the door we love you so as a friend CALL IN...

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CLOSE CALL IN IRELAND I once had an affaire de coeur with a foxylady, in fact a randy colleen In Ireland with a tough older brother looking to punch me out. But I cold cocked the rambunctious hooligan, A real old blowhard who knew diddly squat ...

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