Gunny Sack Poems - Poems about Gunny Sack

... proud to be an american (in jest) i saw the mailman steal my letter i saw the tax man steal my dime just when i thought things were better i saw the preacher steal my time i......

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...The summer sun scorches flower and grass, dust has filled up every cranny and crack. The humidity has climbed near the top, it’s hotter’n two cats in a gunny sack. The dog’s under the porch wit......

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...With the hot summer sun beating down, leaving blisters on our necks and back. Walking through those swift murky currents, just you‘n me, and a gunny sack. Dipping our heads below the surface, ......

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...There are many kinds of wars some make you die some make you cry when your far away suffused in gunpowder, you learn to live and lie A red letter day arrived, their baby was born blue, cold and......

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...Her confidence introduced her by walking into every room first. Wearing lipstick and eye shadow like Barbra Streisand’s from the sixties. It would have looked ridiculous on all the rest of us. We ......

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...If ever I had to have a country victim of pedophily-LXXXV (Note : Fresh disclosures from the Catholic Church on the subject made public by protesting Mothers of infants victims of pedophily a......

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...MAN My eyes are puffed and wrinkled And I have a triple chin. My hair, with grey, is sprinkled And, in parts, has grown quite thin. My stomach is extending And where once was a six pack Ther......

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...An old Point Man phoned, “Do ya think you can do it?. Driving doggies and cows from the flanks of Mt. Stewart?" Fattened on grass for a year they had stayed. “Move a river of horns down to Yaki......

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...IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY - LXXXII for Carlos Bousoño, the eminent Spanish critic, poet and professor who maintained that if you don't like the "humorist", you're not likel......

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...Yesterday the sun rose slowly Over the lake glimmering glistening, quietly, The calm wind took a wink at the blue jay softly Flying over the fragrant pine trees and allowed the sun to Burn in the......

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...I thought I had gotten away from this part of my childhood, but I turned at lettuce and ran into my cousin Linden in the grocery store last Thursday. He was delighted and dragged me back to their ......

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...Blue-checkered curtains are faded and drawn,.. after the years since she made them from gunny-sack cloth The Singer, long idle, now gathers more dust, with its needle still threaded and the ......

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...Burlap and satin went to the dance It was held at the old Fisher Barn Burlap wore a fine Gunny sack Adorned with a drawstring of yarn Satin sported a shimmery weave Trimmed with buttons of gol......

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...Born here girl, I swear I’m never coming back, Too light town got lost beside a railroad track, Rhythm of the rails inside my gunny sack, There may be no cure for what it is I lack, Promises to b......

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...A barefoot boy on an old dirt road Kicking dust up as he went His lips all puckered, whistling a tune He was happy and content He carried a bucket by the bail Had a cane pole on his back And......

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