Gunnysack Poems - Poems about Gunnysack

...salvation army she wore purple because she liked it. hanging stiffly on the store rack, yellow goodwill tag with smudged blue ink, was it a three or five? she argued for three, willing ......

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...Dusk dawns noticeably earlier each night in Schwenksville, Pennsylvania - yup Which trend will continue some days before winter solstice 2021 in Northern Hemisphere, Tuesday, December 21 10:58 A......

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...Me, an aging baby boomer long haired pencil necked geek burning, depleting, using... fossil fuels, thus a global nonrenewable resource(s) repentant consumer admitting heavily trod carbon footpri......

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...A band donned... Around ring finger of left hand Yes folks (meaning, whomever espies these lines) alas and alack I attest thy spouse located future heirloom - while tentatively asleep in her bi......

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...The bogey man is here Uncle Gunnysack No longer hiding in English peat bogs The Bag Man who carries a bag and kidnaps those who don't behave Do you hear him knocking Why don’t you want to go t......

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...Train whistles still call me in the dead of night recalling wanderlust days of youth, tugging something inside me tight Vacant curiosity of what might have been another place another lifetim......

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...Lock Down !! The bogey man is here Uncle Gunnysack No longer hiding in English peat bogs The Bag Man who carries a bag and kidnaps those who don't behave Do you hear him knocking Why don’t ......

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...I cherish you betwixt the spaces of darkness & white lightning, creative spiritedness amidst insecurities, ......

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...The bogey man is here Uncle Gunnysack No longer hiding in English peat bogs The Bag Man who carries a bag and kidnaps those who don't behave Do you hear him knocking Why don’t you want to go to bed ......

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...“My Winner’s Day” Walking in a winter’s wonder land, Feet wrapped in gunnysacks, making tracks, Eyes blinded by snow glare, “I‘m a man!” In hand I carry my wood chopping ax, Fervently looking......

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...Vibrant swirls, searching a canvass of black Creating a world of colures, Taken from a gunnysack… The mind explores all it observes, There is no turning back~ Admirations, full of life deserved......

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...Vibrant swirls, searching a canvass of black Creating a world of colures, Taken from a gunnysack… The mind explores all it observes, There is no turning back~ Admirations, full of life deserved......

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