Diesel Engine Poems - Poems about Diesel Engine

... Phonetically that’s what my name means in Japanese, I’ve been told. My name has a synonym. My name is in the Bible. Maybe one day, folks will say, “Holy Ben!” My mentor also ......

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...I can’t see a damn thing; it’s that time of night The road is too dim, but the sunset’s too bright. I’m driving by sounds, yes, I’m driving by feel. In a couple of minutes, guess I’ll grab the w......

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...You came in but the dog didn't bark, Even the walls of the room knows the smell of your perfumes. Your smiles were warm but heart dark, Like a diesel engine emitting fumes. Just like a monster ......

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...It's a rainy night in Thorntown out here on the plain. The corn is being harvested so the farmers curse the rain. Grain trucks race for the grainery to unload and go for more. Their tires hum......

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...And, now I lay me down to sleep, For another wretched night of counting sheep! Lord, should I expire before I awake, Please allow me some zzzzzzzzs for heavens sake! The cat has leaped upon the......

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...The unborn dreams of a fertilization – 1942 A long journey – A long lived nightmare The journey begins without knowledge, just passion. Life emerges, fights against the prodding at childhood.......

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...Turbo Diesel Engine Generation Game Pipe and Slippers Readi Go!......

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...THE DRAGLINE for Pete Brett One hundred foot boom 7-½-yard bucket The tracks are like Ones on the tracks of a tank They go chunk clunk and clank Arm of the boom swings Far to the left th......

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...He had do fight all odds A man of unbreakable idealism Alone with his ideas A mysterious death at high sea The truth will never be known -------------------------------------------------- Geg......

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...Block after block there is a man. Outstretched hands presenting a brown-stained Starbucks cup. Steadfast, I must look straight. Businesslike gait creating the illusion that I have somewhe......

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...breathing deep a draught of morning close the door on night time pain a sun that rises with more healing than a week of trading blue chip gain hold me tighter as you did before soak my ears in w......

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