Dept Poems - Poems about Dept

In Oregon, they’ve gone too far In terms of education, Instructing teachers hoping to Prevent discrimination. A course designed to tackle Racial tendencies in math States that “getting the right answer” Sends kids on a toxic path. Requiring the students to Display the work they’ve done Reeks of “white supremacy culture,” As the message has been spun. Instructors will be told not to Perpetuate the thought That...

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Taxing gracelessly Axes department...

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The Depths of His Love Oh, the depths of the Father’s love, Lord help me to proclaim it from the sands of the shore to the midst of the seas, why He chose to save me I don’t know but I’m so grateful He did but then how can we understand Calvary. For our Father’s love is so deep it will...

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registered with the Pennsylvania Dept of Poetry ® inspected by agent #56 this poem has been aged for no less than eighteen months in an old barn, in an oaken cask nestled in a wormed wood stall with an earthen floor and kept at a steady temperature despite a few dusty sunbeams breaking through the slats in the wall with an...

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A great new loan rate for your New Year plans it is the very best each week we gain more fans. We"ll screw you blooming silly yes we will milk you dry, have you paying interest till the day you die! Much worse than a student loan or an equity release we hound you every week, you never get no peace. We"re an experienced provider with...

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Please take a vacation to our neck of the woods. Perhaps you’ll move here and lose your worldy goods. The tsunami like waves over your body will wash. Likely to submerge a carcass after drowning. Oh gosh! The solar eclipse makes for one dark and ominous day. Historically made people get on their knees and pray. The lava flow will turn your body into a cinder. Whatever’s in...

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EVERY NIGHT BEHIND THE WALL, WE TAKE OUR POSTS ONE AND ALL. WE CHECK EQUIPMENT & COUNT THE MEDS, WATCH THE INMATES IN THEIR BEDS. WE MAKE OUR ROUNDS TO CHECK AND SEE, IF WE CAN FIND DISCREPANCY. WE COUNT THE INMATES WHILE MAKING A ROUND. LISTENING FOR ANY STRANGE SOUND. WHEN IT IS TIME, WE CALL IN THE COUNT. THAT IS WHAT IT’S...

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EVERY NIGHT WE COME INSIDE THE FENCE. THEY SEARCH OUR BAGS ON THE WAY IN. WE DO THE JOB THAT MANY FEAR, BUT EVERYNIGHT WE’RE ALWAYS HERE. WE WATCH THE INMATES AND THE CONS, WE WATCH THEM FROM MIDNITE TIL DAWN. WE LOVE TO SEE THE RISING SUN, IT TELLS US OUR SHIFT IS ALMOST DONE. SOME THE NIGHTS ROLL RIGHT ALONG, SOMETIMES...

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My word-o-lator system failed The "Robert Frost" you had on sale, has gone berserk and won't obey a single thing I try to say It thinks it's really Robert Frost I try to write, it says "Get Lost". It wants to try to reawaken an interest in "The Road Not Taken" It wants to take the morning train to New England, what a pain it...

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