Cards Poems - Poems about Cards

My name is Chikwela poet, I will speak about Laulent, Not a Bandari college president, The security man in the gate. I like how he invest, Students to wear their identity, Seems like they have forgot, To him I have appreciate. Since bandari I have start, Only him he has react, Even Bacoso how they conduct, He has fulfil the right. Students keep it in the pocket, Not...

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No shame in admitting I love to read your comments And should I think of quitting I LOL at whatever Lawless sent… ‘Course, I’d sure like to get...

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You think you’re riding high, so high falutin’: the fact is, you’re the dumbest ox in town. There’s no-one as unfunny as a clown: reforming is a thing, but you’re just looting. Repudiating allies while you’re rooting for enemies will never earn the crown you crave: and, in advance of sitting down, you showed your hand. You gave the game to Putin. Stupidity...

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More gift cards What is it with people and the money they dream of I’m not a money person, cash in hand is ok Perhaps a small account is enough for everyday use to repair a puncture. A family friend got me to invest in a gift card thing, but I soon realized it was a bad...

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Gift cards, can it be stopped How the swindlers begin a nice letter understand The problem you have because of the pension that does not allow you to hire a person to help Yes, they are so helpful, they can help if you send Them gift cards instead of cash, they will help It starts with a sum...

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I hold all the cards, so obey and bow low And don't dismay pal Putin, he's not my foe Your survival's at stake? Yawn, give me a break! And fork over your lunch money before you go!...

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The truth is there are “Very fine people on both sides” (and of course scoundrels on both sides too) Because that’s the way people are Good and bad, sometimes both Depending on context. It’s been this way in every conflict From World Wars to local elections, Family squabbles and schoolyard brawls. And it’s how it will always be Which should give us all...

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JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY ATTEMPTS TO HACK INTO THE MILITARY ORDER OF THE PURPLE HEART BEST BUY TAX CARD SAD ABUSE OF POWER DATA BREACH HACKING MILITARY FAMILIES PRESIDENTS DAY CONTINUED DEALS SEATED IN THE PARKING LOT HACKING INTO ACCOUNTS SENDING THREAT ON LICENSE PLATES GOD BLESS THE MILITARY ORDER OF THE PURPLE HEART...

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old valentine cards fill her scrapbook memories~ lost loves tumble out...

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Life is like a game of cards Play the hand you’re dealt Engage your whole self Give it all you’ve got Results sure to be ...

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Three cards left, my solitaire Didn't add up, as usual I kept on thinking, if you are there A new day comes like crucial Cause it is January the first A very start of year And I’m tormented by thirst To see you soon, my dear How do you feel, I need to know I need to see you near Cause when I’m here all...

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Kathy’s Christmas cards were exquisite and legendary. Expensive. Classy. Pop up cards with glitter. Santa’s workshop, Christmas angel, Jesus in the manger. Her envelope included a family logo. Elegance most of us could never pull off. She does it with grace....

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Life's a deck of cards, fate’s unsteady hand, And I hold the joker, at life's command. For every joy, a shadow falls, A dance of highs, and sudden stalls. One moment I'm laughing, a heart full of glee, Next, I'm crying, despair captures me. Happiness fleeting, sadness its twin, A battle within, where to begin? Depression’s grip, a slowing tide, Time crawls, and shadows...

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it came to pass that the world we built collapsed when it was tested the fault line of course was ego serial offender out on bail disturbing the peace the universe tests us again and again and again do we smile when the blood flows perhaps our time has not arrived becoming a Buddha must wait our heart flutters in the wind...

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there were his baseball cards collected in a shoebox, his model submarines, and planes. he paced in a restless waddle from corner to corner in our bedroom. he could beat me at any game and always wanted to prove it. the five years separating our births often proved to be a continent. sometimes we slept in bunk beds and he would get the top bed. so...

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