Carlotta Poems - Poems about Carlotta

...Curly haired Carlotta brought her curls onto our bus Filling it up from seat to seat, annoying many of us. Her hair grew an inch every fifteen minutes you see. We could barely speak to each other ......

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...Dorthea is a strange one, a weird thinker She never starts her J’s in the middle of the line I cannot follow her thought processes. She is getting a D; something isn’t right here. She is not a “n......

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...Dear Grandma, Let's go for one last ride in the speeder car Bring your ukulele and I'll bring my guitar We'll sing, dance, and celebrate your life You were a daughter, sister, mother, and wife ......

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...Land of the free Home of the slaves The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate Amongst the soil where they were slain I’m hearing their struggle I’m feeling their pain I can’t imagine being ......

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...My Dearest Carlotta, my beloved inamorata, you must be back in Austria, far away from this dilemma. I was an Austrian prince. I let Napoleon convince myself of greatness. As an emperor and ......

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