Cultivator Poems - Poems about Cultivator

.... amin amine (i'm losing it people...lol; it's pronounced amin) lin line(can one imagine, english lit teacherz, instructing their students to draw a 'lin', down the center uv their note pads) ......

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...Kindness comes in silent notions, Lifting hearts more vast than oceans Kindness whispers joy and light Erasing the blackness of the dark night Kindness lingers in faith and peace Promising heart......

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...Last night- I made drunk Your pinky chin With a thousand kisses, I made juicy Your crimson lips; Tonight I find there Scorching summer! Every night You make me Skilled cultivator of The......

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...what sin lies within seeking to learn the nature of our existence? the wisdom of the ages is meaningless if humanity is gone is afterlife more important than continuing humanity? our very co......

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...Jesus in Town David J Walker Jesus could explain life like no other Riding in the back of the 56 Chevy pickup The Farm to Market roads Crossing the country of a summer Lost in Lea County......

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...You are my grape and wine, es my verse and prose! I feel you, I taste you and I live for you... my most pure love my naked and raw. material.. ! I am your cultivator on the field of life !......

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...Industrious buzz of solo bee search jackpots Unashamedly trial diving in each lurid shell Stickier with every trumpet he giddily accosts Finds further stupor in fluted sweet compel Ruffled taff......

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...MATHEMATICS Most Momentous Majestic Monitor Anytime Affirmative analyzing accuracy Top Trainer tuning treating ......

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...Pride is a motivator, a stimulator of scarlet soul an accelerator to the next glorious goal generator of newcoming awakening cultivator out cunning the unkind cutting away all the doubts and flo......

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...I don't know what came over me that day - an instant of weakness after years of resistance, I suppose. My beaming spouse leads me, a dog on a short leash, into the forbidden citadel, the sanctum s......

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...The roar of the neighbor's tractor as it pulls the cultivator, the buzz of the helicopter spraying the planted field, familiar sounds of summer near my little rural home. A distant howling coyo......

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