Ginning Poems - Poems about Ginning

...He is the End and the Beginning He brings an end to our sinning The game is ending He is winning Cleansing babblers in the ginning He is the Last and the First Will go to the ends of the ear......

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...Turning the maxim familiarity breeds contempt on it's head... not just in time for Valentine's Day but the remaining days of our lives as the world turns on all our children the young and restle......

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...Matthew delivers his latest bullet – tin... from the Harris-Walz front where liberal minded socially progressive electorate doth agonizingly grunt targeted in crosshairs scoped out eager and ......

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...Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber... just jabbering gibberish (A - J) Again, another awkward ambitious arduous attempt at alphabetically arranging atrociously ambiguously absolutely asinine ......

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...it's a mistake i say as my brain tries to wake me aided by an added alarm though with a charming melody this only keeps me choosing and pressing me to press snooze which i do ov......

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...Gamesomeness goads gawky, gingerly, goofily graceful, grandiloquent gent, gallant, genteel, geico, guppy gecko, gabbling gaffes, gagging, gamboling, gestating, gesticulating, garlic, gnashing, go......

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...Planting seeds of life - growing self awareness... (Subtitled: kudos beloved Amelie Beth) Dilly gents gal lore spellbinding metaphorically exhuming, ferreting, gleaning... insightful handy dand......

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...A skeleton dances On top of an old coffin Evil pours through him A ghost prowls on by Looking for someone to scare Who’s the next victim A black cat sits near Superstition is his craze P......

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...gilded beams filter morn's glow on faces brimming extending within cold blooded crocs reviving green shade for plant stems ginning......

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...Churlish wind hovers overhead Ready to chart its path of dread By wistful, listless conductor led Twirling baton with rotors fed A swirling blender over land spread Careening, eerie echo left in......

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...When you are Free Do you know yourself Can you see inside the painted walls Quick constructed plasterboards The disguises you find In a puppetry of events Later on When you are being ......

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