Foss Poems - Poems about Foss

...Special Agent Alan King arrived in his Buick dragging my husband to Foss park for his failed lie detector test where I wore wires pregnant for the FBI my husband was scared to death after Ciro Gargan......

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...YOU ARRIVED ON CUE I SUPPOSE RIGHT AFTER THE CHRISTMAS DAY ARSONS MURDERS PROCLAIMING MY LIFE WAS IN GRAVE DANGER WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT ARSON MURDER 8 ELDERLY PERSONS PARISHES PROCLAIMED MY EX HUSBA......

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...Sam W Foss 'RATTLE of the DOLLAR ___ ============| | | $$$$$$$$$$$$$$ | | |$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$| | |$$$$$¢$$$$$$$$$| | ============| | ......

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...Stripped off naked, She walked past Through the weary path She knew not where she went Birds chirping and hovering, The sorrowing songs from the crickets. Trespass her humble mind Leaving he......

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...they are most likely to exploit they are most likely to cause tensions they speak ill of him they wish not to be happy that they continue to divide their loyalties against him. then those they ......

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...“Sweet, Sweet Descending’s” The meandering river slinks silently In reluctant afterthought; A flat stone shines in the sun’s presence, Gripped for flight, flies forward; Water clouds dance in ......

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...Feelings of my heart, pouring like a foss To the queen goddess of Pothos and Himeros Before her alluring reflection I’m nak’d My bones, flesh consum’d and spirit possess’d With a fuddled heart fa......

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...Dear Serotonin, It's been many years since I've seen you last Since you up and left me in the past From then I've never been the same And your absence from me is my shame When you first left......

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...Where twilight kisses the breeze carpets of lavender blue sweet scent of the honeydew village of cray grew. Meadows fan the fragrant breeze dry stones walls in lanes appease purple haze hugs......

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...(An Addingham Poem) Many words have been written many more have been said, about this verdant countryside which lives on in one’s head. The many faces of the beacon no matter from where one l......

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...Tender is the night the moon does gently sway, reflections from your eyes, gives one a taste of your ways. Dancing leaves, the headlights ensnare a rufous finale, as yet another generation gives ......

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...An English Life It is midnight the Milk train pulls into darnall station No ordinary passengers here Steelworkers with their families Loaded with fishing tackle, sandwiches and maggots The Fos......

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...I am alone in the house that is my soul. There are no doors, or windows or walls or ways to hide the seepage of minds' fear, of mans' gods. I am only this, and this shell is as no home......

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