Coal Oil Poems - Poems about Coal Oil

...sits well and nearly out of reach unless. A spell is when it's open dirty, but is closed. Oil soaked around the bend the elbow is. The smell around the bushes how they do. A little stunted here......

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... When the long arm of the law, belongs to an assassin. And peaceful protests alone, can bring no satisfaction. Then the only choice left that, will please all of the factions. Is to have a m......

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... When the long arm of the law, belongs to an assassin. And peaceful protests alone, can bring no satisfaction. The only choice left to us, is violent reaction. Now blood is running too hot, ......

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...A spell, a well soaked rag sits well and nearly out of reach unless. A spell is when it's open dirty, but is closed. Oil soaked around the bend my elbow is. The smell around the bushes yes the......

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...fo'c·'sle /'fohksel/ noun deriv: forecastle 1. the forward part of a ship below the deck, traditionally used as the crew's living quarters. 2. historical: a raised deck at the f......

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...I read a fantastic story in a far away childhood:- That in the distant future most of our food, will be produced from coal, oil and wood. I dreams to jump in future, but how can I could? But no......

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...Coal, oil, and fossils were not always here. Neither were fish or land plants my little dear. They preceded Mesozoic, And were clearly Paleozoic. Do you want to know more? Please come sit right h......

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...Unable to sleep I remember- My mind flashes back to many things; Such wonderful gifts – our memory, Salvation and life with all it brings It is nighttime of long ago Before electricity the coa......

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...BO! BOO! BOOM!!!!!!! Be frightened, be very frightened, BOO!! be scared! It is about time we all got together and cared! The doomsday clock, 2 minutes to midnight, fair warn......

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...An old man returned to the rustic cabin where he was born. There it stood midst a grove of pines, tumble-down, forlorn. The home he loved in his youth now stood in a shambles, Nearly overgrown wit......

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...The old man came in from the fields and called out to Claire as he reached the cabin door, With no answer he entered and there lay his darling Claire upon the floor. The old man knelt down and ge......

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