Casa Poems - Poems about Casa

Breanna, Breanna got read her Miranda, that cheeky wee gas station clerk. She’s not putting up with the woke propaganda of not apprehending the perps. When he broke a jar of some spicy hot salsa, she knew that it was time for work. So she grabbed her handgun, yelled, “Not in my casa!” and put two rounds into that jerk. ---------- Loosely based on...

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Me mostraste tal momento, Lo que no puedo olvidar Esos ojos a ojos hablan ... Incluso hoy me asusto. He decorado esos recuerdos, Con quien nos conocimos ... A veces vienes a casa conmigo ¡Hacemos algunas cosas de nuevo ...! ¿Alguna vez te has perdido ??? el sueño que mostraste Comimos mucho Pero me enseñaste a levantarme después de caerme Mi casa cae de la...

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Mi Casa You Casa No Wireless Casa....Mi Casa You Casa No Back Talking Casa...

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fruity lemon fragrance wafts in this afternoon tantalizing me are additional smells of homemade bread Chef Luigi’s homemade Italian spaghetti sauce. Real Italian, not the fake stuff. my mouth waters; I wonder how soon until lunch. Casa Angelina is more than a home away from home. more than a mere vacation spot; she houses my family. people who run her, know my...

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from a street in Cartagena stepping suddenly into a restaurant so Italian surely i was in a time warp for i i was still in Colombia but fooled by the food so authentico and even the wine was from Italy so after paying my bill instead of using the usual gracias i just had to say grazie...

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when i yell honey i'm home i don't hear a reply it's an echo...

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as soon as the lights go out out come the mice not to play but to work on my nerves gnawing at this and that knowing that this and that isn't food just a mood changer and in my head i wonder where you are at with Sasha gato cat...

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your body the perfect structure up for by all golden means and gee i'm a tree here's lookin at eu klid musically and math e mentally divide a string in half then these halves into more halves and half and half and have and have not so don't call Lauren Becall by phone just put your lips together and blow...

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Papa no muerto se acaba de ir a casa Daddy Not Dead He Just Gone Home--- Todos somos pases de paso ... Viajando eternidad cielos En el cielo entonces nacen en pecado; Situada en esta tierra para nacer de nuevo. ¿Por qué debemos tratar de ser buenos? ¿Por qué, oh, por qué debemos morir aquí en este mundo? Si...

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AH o Sonho Igual a uma casa Muito engracada Sem teto Sem nada Todas as pessoas podem construir ela! AH a Imaginacao! Emite energia e coloca Paredes e tetos Na casa, muito engraçada. AH a Inspiracao! Algumas pessoas Enxergam a casa Com paredes, tetos e beleza! As pessoa que enxergam assim Trazem outras Para dar vida a ela, Para habitar nela! Uma casa construida, Com muito cuidado, Com muito carinho Sempre cabe mais Sempre...

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Her mother wears the marks of her father’s cowardly abuse; To make it through another day, by noon, his mom is full of juice; The divorce is getting ugly, hatred gets in the way of compromise; The children becoming victims, to no one, should come as a surprise. The courts are overworked; the docket is full of domestic contests; Lawyers...

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Frida and Diego’s house Had walls of cobalt blue. Today it’s a museum and Their paintings are on view. I didn’t go to Mexico To visit their collection, But at the Garden, got to see A limited selection. The cactus plants in ochre pots Arranged in artful ways Allowed me to imagine Frida Living out her days. Some paintings rounded out the show And photographs as well, To place...

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Home is no longer home Yet a hollow shell of things once remembered Each journey solidifies an aching truth I am changed? Unable to relate to the world which raised me Our ideals have slipped below the ever changing tides On calm days I get a glimpse of what could be But today is a sad truth I have changed! Home is no longer...

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Organized collection of data Splayed open in the meta I played jokingly Alpha It was a riot of type Beta ”... Time to test the schemata …” Arc.of.tech.sure…. Painting a picture pure Tables related undone Mental re.codification.On Reason clears the horizon Sunrise surprise modification… Interface driver recollection Spectacular calculation Stored and passing inspection Lines designed for flexibility Waves of water transparent… Currents of Lito come urgent ”... learn it…” He said… So Pablo...

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Once was mine, this dwelling place, In stillness 'neath the dreaming sky; The sunrise kissed my weathered face, The forest rampart latticed high. The martins nested in the eaves, Splashed flecks of earth onto the stone, And moss and russet fading leaves, Snapping twigs as dry as bone. I watched the lake out in the...

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