Finley Poems - Poems about Finley

...I saw myself upon a lonely road— Night fell, and cold winds stirred. Like a soldier taking the night watch, I wandered the wild in silence. Fair enough, they say: “You must be a man.” But what......

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...Three year olds, really baffle me, they act like their forty, while still looking three, their angry and little, and cute as can be, while talking , some lines, like “I’m getting angry”, the bestest ......

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...Historically accurate, narrative poem 25 June, 1876 - Valley of the Little Bighorn Nothing stirs this June night, not a summer’s breeze or a breath of life. All is eerily quiet, and on yonder ......

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...A serious question was posed to me recently. Where do you go? I said… Well, I wait for the darkest, clearest night, go to the highest point on the highest hill and watch for the shooting st......

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...In a Van I Drew up to the Carol-singing Abby Warren, I was to Finley realize my wish to Mary. Denise met me with a Lacy family Jewel blob. Heather Matts were strewn on the floors. Art was on Emer......

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...as i climb my lifes mt never stop tryin . To reach for the next ledge to hold all i will say. I will be proveing the non beleavers who doubted me and my ways. but i smile with glee going cr......

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...Finley ground singed flesh Atop a pineapple ring Spiced up appetite By Robb A. Kopp......

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...One World Its one world but I'm living in two/ Confused don't know where my life is going/ Trying to stay on the right track/ Got God in one ear Devil in other/ Seems like the devil is winn......

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...It’s the fourth of July and the stores are all open Freedom to shop and to work if you care It used to be nice when we all had it made Grabbed up the kids and went to parades Held hands to our he......

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...Respectful, intelligent, someone who loves me for who I am. That is the type of brotha I'm looking for but damn. My name is Diona Lanese Finley. When you look into my eyes is that what you see. T......

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