Edger Poems - Poems about Edger

...1. Write a poem 2. Call up an old friend 3. Read a book 4. Make sandwiches to save for later 5. Call your mom 6. Go for a walk 7. Go for a jog 8. Draw fantastical creatures 9. Eat healthy sna......

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...“Don’t quit your daydream” whispered the butterfly to the furry caterpillar, “Before you know it you will have masterful wings." “Don’t quit your daydream” said the carpenter to child with blocks......

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...If there were no poetry...there would be people we would not know People like William Shakespeare and Edger Allen Poe If there were no poetry...What would Emily Dickinson be Would she live in......

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...NEIGHBORS GRASS- I have a neighbor who’s a man’s man; He has every tool; he needs in his garage and shed; He has a lawn vac A regular lawn mower A leaf blower A snow blower He has a rid......

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...verse 1 Let me hold you, let me love you I believe in you, you're forever true And I am forever enthralled in you Hopelessly, undying my soul cries out for you You've been hurt by others befor......

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...At the final stroking of saint Halloween eve, it seems not so long ago, That my trusty SUV, transport vehicle unceremoniously broke down, Right outside the local pet cemetery, what a marvelous plac......

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...Our dark founding father, of American literature, A sinister beacon of darkness, lighting the way Into the darkened abyss of mankind’s soul. Within the galleria of madness, he is the Grandmaster of t......

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...All outside is white as snow, except for Edgar Allen's crow. Quietly and so serene, till Edgar Allen's crow does scream. Waking me from peaceful dreams, to hatred in the night. Now I know al......

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...Seared upon my soul for ever more That break of dawn upon a summer morn As I made my way along that rocky shore Strewn with remnants from a raging storm When through a rising mist of gray - so fo......

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...Thirty minutes later. Two a.m. and I'm still here, I haven't forgotten...... Thirty minutes, tears are racing, creating clock hands that point to the edge of my chin, trembling, my bones po......

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