Chine Poems - Poems about Chine

...At any time After lunch I will have my nap For a few hours And in the afternoon I will wake up I will stay indoors Where there is Cool Because my air condition Is on And I will do Some wo......

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...Oliver often scolded Hardy, on a point of which he was Never tardy.! They had to have 'their daily fix' if not hourly? They were like two cats on Hot bricks! Their made up mayhem, garnered them g......

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...Lisa, a freshman in our residential hall sister-suite, and I have become fast friends over the last couple of weeks. Before we began hanging out I penned a piece about her that she thought was hilari......

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...Light beams across the blue Endless dreams fade from view Clouds in patches strolling Stream catches the glowing From chine gentle breezes New sunshine that pleases Image: 4 In Es......

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...In our father's house, you were doing fine, but you did not want to toe the line. Father, you said, 'give me what is mine.' Leaving home sent a jolt of joy up your spine. No more scenes of serv......

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...The Chinese (told to me by a South African) They are all over Arica now building houses, Railways and roads using their workers There is little work for the local population. If you take a trai......

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...I am going to sea in a blueberry boat That danced in the wind by the lee she did float With vanilla sails and strawberry jib to bend her Her chocolate chine hull held true on this double-ender ......

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...Hong Kong Should you be in doubt it is Chinese through and through not a British colony who reluctantly had to give it back? They introduced democracy which as false as the American kind, C......

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...I sat under the grey shadow of the gloomy night Raising the closed curtain of the darkest day's flight My heart subdued the voice of my inner shrine Wiping the droplets of tears that wet my chine ......

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...I. e., this unfortunate mere erred reflection, aye re: zine (pronounced Syne), cuz you Matthew Scott Harris act like an old curmudgeon, does nothing but whine... ......

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...nobody knows what defines once sorrow and pain without any gain nobody knows the tears that dry with the wind as they fly to hide the pain deep inside nobody knows the feeling of losing control o......

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...9/18/12 By:Sami LaRose Over coming Child Hood Tram's Trains trains how you drive me insane, it's like you've bit a tumor into my brain So powerful and filled with courage until that time ......

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...I am the leaves in the trees and the critters that crawl when the sun is sleeping, the pleasant and gentle wind that tangles through your hair, the writhing of your toes in the warm sand. ......

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...Melting butter Luxuriously pampering To my palate Gentle stream with quiet ripples Cool placid lake at summer’s end Soft butterfly kisses on skin Crepe de chine ~*~ Annal......

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...Planning on crossing over where footprints of night are ne'er seen... There fish are spawning in clear blue stream ~ Surrounded by verdant green; Nature begins speaking to me. An antiquated ch......

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