Lanolin Poems - Poems about Lanolin

...Wrapped up and warm, so comfy inside A thick Irish sweater, where two can reside As long as its large enough, it still might be snug But you know what they say about bugs in a rug Its lanolin sce......

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...La Poetess Gardener; And in her garden she's growing; Small flower Jan Allison; We thank you for your words and verses of encouragements; How be it some funny, a lot heaven sent; We ......

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...Sheep dine in the fields, Noisy puffs of lanolin; Hillside is alive.......

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...The shears sleep heavy, lethargic and lost, Silent on the cold wooden floor, Covered in webs and dust from the years, That have passed since they clicked to a roar, With each sheep and ewe, a......

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...Ticker tape life into a single frame Moon and stars silhouettes look down upon the sane All the pristine porcelain faces lifted up to care Intertwined fingers optimistically seeking out repair To......

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...They place my vowel Under barren landscape Sipping from cracked porcelain cup Of an alienated heartbeat Devilish grins Slapping Karma’s bottom, A quarterback’s misguided win Liar’s prophetic retin......

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...Food What do you eat When you eat what you like Here are some clues From your pal Uncle Mike Mushrooms According to the FDA Maggots and mites are really OK While maggots won’t hurt you They’re not......

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...Lustrous black hangs over pale skin Gleaming green under deities sight Wheeling toes transfer lanolin Watchers skill shadows this neophyte Who's damning dexterity draws in The ......

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..."I stood still and was a tree amid the wood, Knowing the truth of things unseen before;" . . . "Nathless I have been a tree amid the wood And many a new thing understood That was rank folly to m......

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...Ticker tape life into a single frame Moon and stars silhouettes look down upon the sane All the pristine porcelain faces lifted up to care Intertwined fingers optimistically seeking out repair To......

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...Satan in my bowels All I can say is 'ow' Cringing and churning My biscuits are burning I’m praying for relief Some sort of lanolin leaf Wondering why I wasn’t born Before the devil had horns Squatti......

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...I went to the countryside and fell in love with sheep. Even at this late date. A city girl wanted to weave a new fabric for living. Run with them, Lie with them, Shear them. Touch the ......

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