Glore Poems - Poems about Glore

... All followed the lore, drawn to the cultured door Arias rushed in score with Puccini lovers galore All to hail in glore, the cherished Master's store Then, the ROAR! Gratitude for the first dra......

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...Did you know of a path, outside the wall? Past the city, surrounded by life glore A trail thats surrounded by trees so tall It might seem small, but there is so much more Beyond the buildings, ......

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...Chogadella, chogadella gleef a finkle, fangle doo Sanking froth a wank forchella bleetting hist la trencheled sloo Calibali, spork n’ mally jopelwanker deef walore Ecta......

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...Though afflicted with severe panic/anxiety attacks suffering became manifest destiny for decades housed née sequestered in abominable barracks (one common joe biden his time) made debut dur......

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...A Life Bereft Of Healthy Risk = > Absolute Zero Value Spectator role questioned, (sans existence, no more relegated to sidelines), else yours truly cannot endure foregoing one after another ......

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...My "FAKE" Genealogical Knighthood Unbeknownst to me if royal gilded crests comprised my rusty dust caked coat of arms hence, I take liberty successfully farms productive crop to contrive ficti......

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...Genuine Fecklessness Exemplifies Despondent Creature Because... Lackluster life lived as each subsequent day, a carbon copy of the one before, though far from being clinically depressed,......

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...A lady named Delores Is waiting ashore For the sailor she adores To return to the shore He is the man she adores She happy glore he is tired to explore The ocean core he wants to be at the st......

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...you know i did alot of bad things back in the day i was the type that had to have everything my way i ventured off into a little this and a little that and always kelpt a job to cover my tracks ......

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...I’m at the end of the world, in this war I fight. So many times I've hurled, on my last living night. I’m never coming back, will you miss me? It's time to attack, I wish this wouldn’t be. My lov......

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...When I sat down to write this poem, I didn't know what to say. Because you and I were never close, it just didn't work that way. When I was growing up, I often wondered why you weren't there. Y......

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