Fifty Two Poems - Poems about Fifty Two

under control  all's well in whole never better to the letter what's this mary ann open up worm can I see blonde curls flying squirrels am I insane? or, just a bird brain wait, but it's open/shut one minute wingnut I'm in the trenches taking leave of my senses open eyes light a candle she flies off the handle feelings linger she gave me the middle finger a big talker off her rocker in trouble deep losing sleep counting hallucinations and sheep twiddle digits fuss and fidget keep a tight lip take another sip or a gulp beat yourself to a pulp living hell I hope it ends well or maybe just a hiccup fifty-two pickup...

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Choosing which shade of white, drives most people up the wall. There's at least 152 shades of white to choose from. Despite being well: "Just White" It's the subtle hue, blah blah, hubris and hoo-ha, that comes to the fore. White can be darker, lighter, cooler or warmer, extra bright or dim, so so cool, boring or subdued. "Wind's Breath", "Extra White" "Moonlight...

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You have been running around the world looking for a diamond girl; You have been running around the world making unfair investment and driving the interest right up to heaven. You have stolen the gold from off shore and bury it beneath the dirt; you have crossed the line and interfere with the divine....

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rising and falling hemming and hawing fifty-two pickup jokers included...

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Fifty-two dollars Oh how I wish I had fifty-two dollars to cover the cost of a four-dollar meal, and pay for an outfit that’s much more in style, on sale, half the price, is considered a steal To gather a card for each holiday calling and write out your name where the address does go, grabbing a beautiful bouquet of flowers, that bloom...

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Sunday's my fun day Late to work Monday Tuesday's a food day Pay the price Wednesday Thursday's for shopping On Friday, no stopping Saturday, I rest ...

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Some taste your heart, Others touch your skin; Braided together, take me to that level....

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February 4th, 1999 - two hundred and fifty two months ago Shana Aubrey Harris officially completed, now ranks among status quo lawfully, legally, legitimately in toto twenty one orbitz around the sun - whoa! Chronological benchmark ye did attain plus major purchase of second automobile (2002 Subaru Impreza) skill ye did gain curious if family/friends helped ye maintain being calm, cool, and collected - quite a...

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Fifty two years ago I saw her walk in the front of me her body did sway with a pert little walk perking my interest I wanted to see her face and her hair, perhaps we could talk I sped up my pace to face her carefree I smiled with surprise and she smiled back at me and faltered to speak for...

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Fifty two years I saw her walk in the front of me her body did sway with a pert little walk perking my interest I wanted to see her face and her hair, perhaps we could talk I sped up my pace to face her carefree I smiled with surprise and she smiled back at me and faltered to speak for seconds...

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Hey little kiddies, have you heard this story Bout the Teddy Bear who could count up to fifty Only problem was, the numbers weren't in order But his Bear friends all thought he was nifty He'd start out, “one... fifty-two... sixteen... two” Mama Bear said he was doing just fine Didn't want to hurt her little guy's feelings She knew he'd figure...

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Life is filled with many surprises each year brings many a change never knowing what's next on horizon from many angles no matter the range Fifty two weeks in the year each one brings something new such is the variety of life what'll be next? don't have a clue Next year could bring life's end you can never really know only God knows your final...

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When the last cast goes Your leg rejoices but you cry and want it back...

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Year Fifty Two Oh what a glorious day it is And happy birthday to you I say Fifty two wonderful years for you And many more you’ll have I pray Don’t look so down in the mouth And pout about getting so old Be glad you’ve lasted this long I say Many more stories you have to be told There are so many...

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People of the blue hill arrowhead new inroads settled the plum-rock if they would have known the thirteen crystal skulls would sing of disease prayer towns taken for granite People's Republic Taxachusett old colony pilgrim bay Make It Yours; The Spirit of America By the sword we seek peace, but peace only under...

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