Gins Poems - Poems about Gins

...Backbone Slim’s Blues/Tony Adamo 12/10/2024 In the deep south, where rivers wind, A tale unfolds, of a soul inter-twined/ Backbone Slim, born where the cotton sways, In fields of labor, he spent......

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... He climbed to the top of a tall cypress tree All his fertile countryside world he could see His father’s fields, neighbor’s houses, and kin folk’s, too For seventeen years, the only world he kne......

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... Dear dada add an “ist” to it all I reject in the face of it all Aestheticism true beauty is found in the ugliness of it all peaking out under coverlets of mud throwi......

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...Here is a fraction of half the Examples which I call decoding. Yeah decoding the Inglish language. Hey now hear in this damnation The Inglish dominance is learned And deplorable. All right ......

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...In these United States of America, there is a little town not very far off the beaten path. Neither gold nor silver has ever been mined in or near this town of fertile delta soil. No sweet crude runs......

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... The Grim Reaper, stirs from another well earned day of heavenly sleep From within the bowels of this cavernous earth, from his cave so deep His cloak and scythe, been cast to one side in an unc......

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...July 25 Scripture Meditations Based on Isaiah 56-59 Key Verse – Isaiah 58:14 Then shalt thou delight thyself in the LORD; and I will cause thee to ride upon the high places of the earth, and feed ......

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...The Business of Autumn David J Walker 1. The season of dry clouds and Canada Geese Arrived over the weekend 2. The weatherman says the freeze was too light last night to ha......

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...Santa’s in lockdown, he’s not very happy The reindeer are restless and now getting scrappy The elves are all sitting and nibbling their nails The sleigh is just sat there, no wind in its sails ......

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...the death inside of me tried to become alive my jaws of life screamed not to let it free tranquil from another pill bartender what's a good mix with this martini well stirred pre......

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... Bygone Days Written: By Tom Wright 4/3/2007 Remember the slogan “Haskell is moving, are you pushing? The railroad depot stands no more In the spot it occupied for so long. Inste......

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...I say, let’s hit the road, when it’s nice and cold. I’m a single woman, I scream alone in my room, with no cat, no kid, no hubby; I don’t sweep much with my broom. I say let’s hit the road......

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... "RED" Listen he said, “How many ways can you see Red?” “Well”, she sighed, “Let’s start with Cherry Pie, oozing it’s juices all over your chin and plump moist Red Ras......

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...The dance of the dilettantes hasn't many steps. It isn't meant to be remembered, nor to cause upset; it's simply meant to get us through, like breakfast spent in bed. It gives us comfort just to k......

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...Quiet Please I was born and grew up on t......

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