Jules Poems - Poems about Jules

"Her productions are perfection every time, allowing all viewers to easily follow the storyline. While other reactors react like wanna be celebrities, Jules reacts real, unscripted, naturally, and she does so with the most endearing personality. So if you enjoy reaction videos on YouTube, like I do, then Jules Reacts is the channel you ought to subscribe to." This has been a...

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adventurer cat said, “Please call me Jules Vern.” as excited and alive as a grown Easter fern. we watched in amazement as she traveled like a queen. through the fresh summer sea waves, never again to be seen....

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Jules Buoyant Inspired Sylph in his eyes Lost in the fog where restive hearts reside Will she surrender her passionate flame? It's all he wants To be named Whispered Craved....

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Jules Nibbed pen in hand, he labored on an open page. In truth, his eyes were focused down upon the moon, Volcanoes spewing as his capsule glided by. An interruption shocked him back into his room. He spied the page before him taking careful note Before addressing matters that were near at hand. The noontime meal was ready, calling him away Still wondering...

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out on the wooden balcony of my room at the Kemah Boardwalk Inn long after attractions and restaurants have closed for the evening. It wouldn’t take more than a match to light this whole place up. During the day the boardwalk is a zoo littered with thousands of people scurrying about thousands of neatly aligned wooden planks placed...

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~Jules~ (Free Verse) Jules was a French circus performer who lived a long time ago He performed the first mid-air summersault in the year 1859 Thus at the tender age of twenty-one he became known all over the world as the "Daring young man on the flying trapeze" and that for him was just fine!...

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To think for a second, to think I had something I thought my life was so good He told me things I cherished, secretly But I never thought that he would... He said I was the only one, And you know it makes sense now You were never mine, I never cared You might have said it somehow It would've saved me from...

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Troubled heart and best friend. Your love is ridding a rail. Your hair within the wind. Take the fragments from every one night stand. The bottle is always half empty. When passedfrom a guilty hand. Am I your confessor Your lover your clown or friend. In empty arms you take refuge. with many smiling fools none of which you can depend. Sorry I played...

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