Comfier Poems - Poems about Comfier

...The young wide-eyed owlet was almost too cold to hoot He sat in the crook of the oak, looking at his left boot He needs a little cap, I will knit him the farmer’s wife said. Okay agreed her husban......

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...There would always be a seat for me Where there isn't a friend or an enemy Better to be hated than to be ignored? When nobody heard a singled word There would always be a bench Where is a t......

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...Now for warm oatmeal with honey and her sugarless tea To this chrysoberyl dawn rescue from chuted linen bedlam, For here's a bedside tale to whispered promise and plea. She sits on her hands and......

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