Dy Poems - Poems about Dy

The hour grows late Red sun, cherries, rose Won't peace begin in hearts? Written on 7/11/2022 For: THE ART OF PEACE Poetry Contest Sponsor: John lawless...

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trickest with deceit ye wicked vile woman seperating the facts into a fiction their they speak what they wishest thee to beleive evil and uncaring interprito..... ha ingannato gli uomini con la suduzione parlando della mancanza di preoccupaza di marti per il suo benessere e I suolanimali written by Huacaya Shur Sennheiser Vinalia Colony Ceres 2199 Days later a rockslide triggered a tsunami on the inland lake!...

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I have never met anyone like you dear Sweet and elegant woman that gives good cheer Angels have now welcomed you in their arms Beautiful lady I hope to see you again Eternal friendship is what I share with you Lady in the next life we might start anew Death is just another form of doorway You and I will meet again...

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It was just around mid-morning I recall exactly what I was doing The feeling felt all too familiar The vibe was peculiar I had that unmistakable hunch I guessed what was nigh, the crunch My phone rang, not once but twice I was tempted to let it beep thrice But nay, not on this day, not today The news that came crushed my Sunday Dad...

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I am a nurse by profession, A poet by passion, Keep my faith in God above, Indeed, all of them I love. My heart is never dread, Message of the Lord I spread, View life in a positive way And no regrets every day. Strive to be inspiring, Thankful for the blessing, In God's name, I'll make Him very fame....

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I am Alon Dy, Son of Mila and Tong Dy, Brother of Kissy and Milton Dy, Who loves his wife and his family. I am a nurse Who touches the hearts and minds of the patients, Who stands and fights for what is right, Who knows his limits as a nurse. I am a dreamer Who has always option one, two, and three. I never...

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As the bus drove us to school & the talkative Dy continued to talk Never stopping, always bragging Holding the book, never studying Always would like to stand as bus 12 drove by She always laughs & smiles Hitting the book on the chair, a million times If the book would talk he would say: oh God...

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Longing for respect, loved for who she realy was, not who she appeared to be Mayilyn-Forever Blonde-open this fall in London...

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