Hawn Poems - Poems about Hawn

...Though a Democrat, I play the devil's advocate... after reading the article (published in the July + August 2024 issue of Mother Jones) titled Raging bull - Donald Trump's pugilistic spokesman......

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...“…Let the sunshine (and let the sun shine on in) Let the sunshine in (You got to open up your heart)…" -- From Aquarius, by The 5th Dimension The times they were a-changing, an age o......

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...Early afternoon delightful balmy zephyr... February third two thousand and twenty Yours truly secreted away within heavenly nook upon secluded hideaway property 2 Highland Manor apartment, I b......

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...The highlight of our week Knock knock who’s there A barrage of punchy one-liners Hilarious skits to crack you up Ruth Buzzi swinging her purse Lily Tomlin at the switchboard One ringy dingy…two......

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...A most notorious caper written up in the paper, Nothing stolen yet, hold on to your pet. Cat disappeared in a vapor. The paper was owned by Bob Hawn. He’d heard about this from his Mom. It was......

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...HOLLYWOOD SQUARES most wouldn’t find names interesting, but I would draw squares representing student desks. i loved looking at the baby book of names, my mother bought, in my thirteenth year......

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...We've worn out yet another Anno Domini. We're twelve months - if not wiser - surely older. You call it a relationship, this boulder which hangs about me like a Shi'ite's bomb, and he, at leas......

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...President Carol of USA met Adam and Eve in White House lawn Adam said Hello, Eve smiled a bee, beside the marine one “Fawn” ''Nice bird'', said Adam, in inspiring ......

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...Thinking of beautiful precious Goldie Hawn in Overboard while day dreaming.... Scratching our head as making a list knowing, we are merely his infant trapped amid An old used body why else would they......

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...Variegated yarn slides and loops through my digits, shifts from sunset hues to earthen curlicues. Tension knots the forward carried yarn like tales of old in a “Sock it to me!” movie. Serpent......

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