Ist Poems - Poems about Ist

Now brothers, I want to remind you of the gospel I preached to you, which you have received. on which you have taken your stand. By this gospel you are saved, if you hold firm to the word which I preached to you. Other wise you have believed in vain. 1st Corinthians 15:1-2 For what I...

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2019 was a disgrace Refugees all over the place We slam-shut our doors To foster more wars And caused the world to hate by race...

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na ja das boot ist tot weil die fische nich im staub schwimmen koennen....

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WHY SHOULD I WIN FIRST PLACE? Why should I win first place? My competence to test in the current contest. No favor, nothing else. 03/01/19 ...

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BERLIN AIRLIFT .1948-49 You came into my life one summer's day the beatnik of a Frauline, caring less of what society might have to say than seeking out your inner happiness; those were the days! Berlin was in a bind you still had all your tan from South of France and in your hair, what flowers you could find but not dressed out...

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Was Ist Los? - Oh, Nothing, Just the Berlin Airlift... You came into my life one summer's day the beatnik of a Frauline, caring less of what society might have to say than seeking out your inner happiness; those were the days! Berlin was in a bind you still had all your tan from South of France and in your hair, what...

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© Nature's Ist Law When life began It knew no true intention When we were created We had a purpose But when we saw the first event of destruction Then and there was Nature’s Ist law established Life and death None lives for long None are allowed to live forever either When happiness comes, It comes slowly And with all its force But when sorrow comes It comes in full force At...

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Ist germ warfare? Yes Bob, 1950s In Aussie they used myxmetosis, carried by mosquito the mostest, Squatter Jack was of grass, alack, (always) disposed of the rabbit he boasted, but the bunny out bred the attack, brer bunny might give you a slappp:) adapting old bunny still coasting... Don Johnson 3-sep-11...

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Die Ferne ist zerbrechlich wie ein verlassener Stern in einem Universum ohne Seele. Ich bin ruhig im Schnee, in der Höhe der steilen Berge aus Eisen und Kristall, und mit einem offenen Herzen. Das Geräusch der fallenden Tränen im Schnee verliert sich in der Ferne. Ein kräftiger und lauter Wind geleitet meine Sehnsüchte. Herzen aus Staub und Eis malen ein blassen Bild mit verlaufenden Farben. Manchmal ist es die...

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stay, my brother I beg you the sun has gone and the night will befriend no travelers what callous hands so heavy reach for my face leaving timeless traces of their merit sleep, my brother I beg you the moon is high and the dawn returns us to simpler times...

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