Cut And Dry Poems - Poems about Cut And Dry

...This time of the year again She has gone shopping for gifts to give the young she would not take me along, knows I would be grumpy and sarcastic and impatient. I sat on the plaza with a glass o......

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...3/27/22 What's going on in the skies? Sometimes It all was just lies People still trying to cut in the bus line Attempting to sever all blood ties Occurring behind the scenes or on the fr......

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...Between grains of ancient fine sand desert roses hidden from sight— Colourful, exquisitely fanned. They formed in darkness; pressure shaped. Each perfect corolla agape in floral whorl of sharp c......

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...Hollywood could be their favorite kind of lumber Puppets come from the pine forest cut and dry In a mahogany box polished and refined Labeled and shipped out to other countries With big warnings ......

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...I believe in God and in His word I believe if used wisely it's an effective tool for recalibrating humanity However, it is not cut and dry nor black or white to me anyway I evolved wit......

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...clear-cut it never was always fell within a gray area even now through out this estrangement nothing is cut-and-dry wishy-washy indecision fills the space between us fills the distance ......

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...I am a writer. The odds are in your favor that I bet you may be a writer as well. It isn't that extremely bold of claim. I type. I text. I make words. Words make me. Make up my inner most amazing mol......

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...I don't know what I want to write But I will write about see if you call it Do you believe you will see if you call it? You bet If you don't believe you will see You won't see it Sometimes a th......

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...It’s black or white, it’s wrong or right. Look left, look right, they both have a valid answer. Who am I to be the task master? It ain’t cut and dry, my oh my, many answers “w......

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...When I was little I believed God to be a chronicler of sorts. Documenting each and every sin in a big book, high up on the shelf. Come Judgement he would ask your name, and run his finger down the li......

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...It seems I'm in the minority here When it comes to what I do to pass the time It's not all that popular anymore To express oneself with line after line Words carry very little weight When pictures do......

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...When all is said and done - my son When all is done and said There's nothing more to be done - my son And nothing more to be said. When all is cut and dried - my girl When all is dried and cut......

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...My list used to be Cut and dry Whose on the left Whose on the right Straight down the middle I draw my line Should I keep the mark thick Or make it fine? My list used to be really long Na......

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