Graceland Poems - Poems about Graceland

When Elvis Presley dreamed on high All he wanted to do was fly Like Priscilla's blue moon He ballooned with each tune And it sure made his mama cry!...

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Hare Krishna's In their Pickups Depressed Comics Down on their Luck Teenage Girls Screaming Meme's Commie Pinko's Leftward Leaning Vincent Price Flo and Eddie Rodger Rabbit Priscilla Presley Nuns in Habits Dwarf's in Ponchos Deadbeat Dads Munching Nachos Right-Wing Nut Jobs Trading Slogans A few Hero's Including Hogan Are just a few of the sights you see At the front gates of Graceland Memphis, Tennessee Buddhist Monks With Electric Banjos Holding Signs Up Of Marlon Brando Taxi Cabs Blaring Show Tunes Pregnant Women Down-loading Soon Derby...

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There is land called grace given by the death of one man to pay for the trespass of many so entry to this land all who will can This entry is absolutely free God's gift to those that trespass for by one man's fall in sin death has passed on this mass But this man Jesus Christ has grace for many to receive for God...

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Hair black as snow's An awkward crooked. Smile, to boot his stiffer Upper lips of red wine. His gorgeous swagger, Lingered all the young Girls battle to snuff About. ...

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I've got Graceland on my mind A place frozen in time Adorned with a love I've never known I need to be in the place Where Elvis called home I want to laugh in the lemon lounge And visit in the jungle room Graceland don't change a thing I want to get lost in the home of the king I've got Graceland on my mind It's...

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A Visit to Graceland By Elton Camp Although Memphis is nearby To visit Graceland I didn’t try. Elvis wasn’t much older than me. So his home I really should go see. I followed the young tour guide. “Stay together as we move inside.” Critics call the house tacky as can be, But it seemed quite luxurious to me. No rightful criticism could I make. In Elvis’...

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I'm moving up to graceland you know that mansion over the hilltop to have just a little talk with jesus for I don't knock upon his doors for I know the gates swing open how great thou art that we're blessed in the wonderful grace of jesus for it's written in red as I was made a christian and saw the light while strolling down beulual...

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The auburn streaks glimish, causing a glare in my eye As she tosses her hair over her shoulder, revealing her face A masterpiece of gods creation, never again one alike The orbs of her temple, baby blue, so beautiful I want nothing more then for her orbs to be mine For her to see what I see, to share the...

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