Hoe Poems - Poems about Hoe

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Faster than two ducks slick on the street or what Wet on the Street or what wet tires on a motor Mothers on a motor the street or what up the come up in up nothing hoe in all done up hoe says she wants to be my friend I love that hoe too. Help with the difference help me understand If there was one day...

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In the corner of the room, you slyly creep, With your two cents ready, promises to keep, A dime-store detective, prying in my space, You're such a penny hoe, you never leave a trace. Whispered conversations, you twist and you weave, Like a spider in the shadows, never wanting to leave, Why not rub those two cents together with glee, And let...

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My garden plots my demise Haunts me like a living soul The care I give is appreciated, yet expected Each time I weed takes a toll When it's time to prune All hell breaks loose The clods grow stones to throw and wound The ears of corn hear all that I say They stalk me, following every which way The sly potatoes sprout...

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Daddy potato head was using his hoe in a wicked way Chopping up parsley and rhubarb, throwing it past Monday Tuesday did not like it, it is shriveled and dried up he said. Daddy Potato head did not realize he was making them dead....

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Daddy potato head was using his hoe in a wicked way Chopping up parsley and rhubarb, throwing it past Monday Tuesday did not like it, it is shriveled and dried up he said. Daddy Potato head did not realize he was making them dead....

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If I'd a hoe, in frozen Maine or Idaho, I'd go on raking, shivering and shaking, all over this land. I'd go reseeding after weeding Brother, though your heart is aching, and the field work is back-breaking,, We've got to go on raking. Sister, strengthen us by baking Singing children, join the chorus. The seven dwarfs are for us. Uncle Sam and Santa Claus cheer us...

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hoe poe hops, listens long needle beak plunges in fresh grub breakfast...

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It is a hoe down the fly told the titmouse Where though? I only see one house It’s invisible, but there are clues, I think. It’s under a mushroom whose inside is all pink. They searched together, but never found the party. I’ve got an idea said the titmouse, whose name was Hearty. Let’s host our own party and invite the...

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11-year-old farm hands David J Walker What do the city kids do In the summer We The 11-year-old farmhands Don’t know All we know is Which end of the hoe Goes into the hard ground And which end will blister Our hands...

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Contest: Warrior Sonnet Sponsor: John Lawless September 15, 2020 Petrarchan sonnet: abbaabba cdcdcd Song of the Humble Scythe My fellow men at arms, today we fight! Courageous men of fields, that left the plough, our foes have come; you hear their drums, but now our storm will wet the soil with crimson might! Your kin are scared to die, but hope is bright! We are...

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The crow rejoiced in the field today. Husks were popped open with maize showing through. Crop was up, smiling in her special way. There was so much corn, what could a young crow do? He held a hoe down, invited twenty-two. They danced their claws off; they were heard in hell. Enough corn to keep them through the winter spell....

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What I Should Do Is Have to Hoe What I should do is have to hoe, Up and down then row by row;, And soil till; Seeds spill; Soon things will begin to grow. Jim Horn...

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TISSLER, TISSLER SHELAYLA SPOKE TO ASK HER SISTER. TISSLER IS THE FOOD STOWBOUGHT? TISSLER REPLIED, WITH A SPARKLE IN HER EYE, NO SISTER IT ISN'T STOWBOUGHT. SHELAYLA SAID, SCRATCHING HER HEAD WHERE DID THESE PRODUCTS COME FROM. TISSLER REPLIED WITH THAT LOOK IN HER EYES AND TOLD SHELAYLA WHERE THEY WERE FROM. THE GARDEN, HONEY. THAT'S WERE THEIR FROM. THESE FOODS AREN'T STOWBOUGHT. I SOWED THE SEEDS, AND PICKED THE LEAVES. KNOW...

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I CRUMBLED YOUR LEAVES WITH GLOVED HANDS AND MIXED THE RESIDUE WITH SAND I PLANTED MY COLLARDS AND KALE MY TURNIPS AND HORSRADISHES SOME WERE IN THE PALE I CRUMBLED YOUR PRETTY LEAVES SO THAT THEY MIGHT NURISH MY PLANTS COMPSOE IN THESE SANDS FOOD FOR MY PLANTS!...

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