Habiliments Poems - Poems about Habiliments

.... Why no Well okay that one moment the hammock snapped and yesss her pretty did get hurt yet it stopped not hern fren......

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...Yuletide pageant merry go round Panoply of mystical elements of holly day style breathe prez sense frostily exhaled aired per millennia athwart (this terrestrial spaceship planet Earth) two ......

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...(for Sally) Sally, swarthy mare of a serene plain Clad in habiliments of nubile grace Whose name is the opium That soothes the tremor of restive hearts. Like the full moon that adorns the night,......

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...For our wears & worship they sentence us to doom Blasphemy they find in us - for our call to peace. The dawn we have, they'll never see - for their red nights calls them. From the amount of ha......

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...tender petsmart impact, where world wide web populated with sacrificial pacification sans deity via oblation, immolation, flagellation appeasing Dominatrix borrow wing, vis a vis amalgamated viz......

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...Yuletide pageants vis a vis merry go round revisited healthy progeny regaled being alive analogous to children ecstatic twenty-five on December exhaling joie de vivre at dive in into neat stac......

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...No doubt an Eskimo as fabulous breeze feeling in their element with style, elan while snacking on crackers and cheese this spate of bitter cold doth not seem to ease as Arctic air......

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...such heretics pitched headlong into fiendish frothing furnace forcing obeisance toward primitive popular identified, honored, glorified father figure expressing devotion re: decking the halls......

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...She stood motionless in ragged habiliments, her raven filaments were cruddy and matted, she was charismatic, but not alluring, she was inconsiderable ,quite scanty, her humble abode was t......

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...Paranoia, thy name is Valerie My buried bones you've bared. My skeleton is out of the bag And my cat is out of the closet. I feel exposed to the discernment of a despot. I cannot hide, can......

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...Narcissi bowing in the breeze; their adorable awkwardness surfaces to mind small children dressed in flowered habiliments in their very first recital. Each flowery face reflecting their......

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