Garage Poems - Poems about Garage

Arson murder of 9 persons after the content of the tailor shop was stored in the garage Ciro Gargano his business Partner fireman gene Kalinowski the great cover up resulting in many more arson murders back off me with terrorist threats my prayers are with the fire captain who perished in that garage I’m totally...

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at a garage sale tables of pre-owned items... life stories and tales in a motley collection sold for just a buck or two...

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blue dresden china pitcher from a garage sale mom figured it out...

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My dusty cluttered house becomes clean and organized once again -all while putting a little jingle in my pocket...

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Up in the mornin’ and out the door. Goin’ garage salin’ some more. Shop, shop, shop, shop, never stop. She’ll have me out there until we drop. ...

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it's pretty dark here the lights are burned out is there a murderer under my car?...

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Uncle’s garage was full of junk that made us shout. My nephews fought over who had to clean it out. I’ll do it, his industrious grandniece said, don’t pout! She found a mint 1934 Packard 12 worth money no doubt. Now the squabbling and screaming was about to begin. I think he left everything to me said his nephew Fin. You...

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see messy garage has been like a big barrage result sabotage...

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So many things we have collected, that were important to us back when. Just no way we could live without these, treasured gifts from family or friend. Now stuffed in heaps of ragged boxes, upon folding tables strewn about. Seems that our real life and youthful hopes, have not always followed the same route. Through the years so many households, we have packed...

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Just before the couple’s wedding day a young man told me about his plan How he and his wife would be equal no difference between the woman or the man All the chores like cooking and the cleaning would be shared equally by each one That way neither would have the burden and working side by side would be fun But after that...

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There stood a man in coveralls all greased up with a smile on his face It was our first time meeting but still welcomed me to his sacred place The shop his cave sometimes even just a place to get away I got to become part of his world shortly after that first day I don't know how...

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Away in a garage My car felt alone. And she was frightened Wanting to come home. She has a phobia Of mechanical men. She will break down If she sees them again! Like doctors to humans, Apprehension's within. Though they're there to help us They get under our skin. My car was so frazzled She was shedding her paint! If she were a person I'm sure she would faint. But after...

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This cat loves art The cat is cool and kind Loves art of every shape and form. This cat appreciates what it can do how it can shape the perspective in the way it can sort of manipulate the mind and posits the ordinary day to day drab into a more clearer sense and yet still never dictate since it is all free you...

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That room that we avoid showing. Where we hide And collected All kinds of things. New year, the right time for cleaning. It was a big mess. It was hard to start. Things need to be organized. Tools, seasonal supplies and lots of trash. I soon realized: "I am a garbage collector" "If the exterior is a reflection of the interior" Maybe my garage is like my mind Full...

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I have sixteen boxes of family photographs on these shelves. And all kinds of memorabilia with faeries, brownies and elves. My garage is a catch-all for things that are haughty and nice. One time I heard a crinkle, and found a fountain of mice. They kept running out of a big bag and all over the floor. I stood in...

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