Cation Poems - Poems about Cation

Florida is definitely in the USA I’m kinda worried because Milt will soon be on his way I found a map and studied it and found a ‘Melbourne’ there I hope he gets the right plane or he could get quite a scare So if Milt disembarks the plane and gathers up his clobber I hope some Shiela doesn’t...

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I am on a little stay-cation. No plans. None. Melting into my chair, my eyes close. This is a napping house. We keep it dark for the TV advantage. It is easy to not know if it is day or night with our black-out curtains. I can go back to lull-a-bye land all day long if I want to. The glory...

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Eleven years ago, it was a glimmering, gleaming, spanking new house And we were so pleased, as we had designed it, our way, for us. We immediately eliminated a dining room, preferring to eat in the Livingroom on the multitude of couches, or recliners, reposing as we eat. I have noticed so many things about it lately that are Not...

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He was found at his desk, lost in a topographical map. John G. Lawless ©8/21/2018...

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Jon and Paula are two long-time, firm friends of mine. Once you get to know their tastes, they both are just fine. Meet Paula Red, whose bite can sometimes cause you pain and Jonagold, two treasures from the state of Maine. Taken in small bites, Jon’s by far the sweeter one; but Paula makes a pie that is the best...

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juicy peach dripping stick figures drawn in sand gulls devour my stress...

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