Laps Poems - Poems about Laps

A Look-see, .... Laps score Speed, Arrives; Loud From Our Victories, ..... Might!...

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Cassio Laps Wondrously An open porch, gifts spritely legs on all his fours, meows he begs so opens I, a tuna can not be prepared, a stray in tan that came to be for many years a wandering did set in fears yet his return continued on meows are heard, that be his song untimely death outside our door car screeching sound could not ignore near...

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Laps and Gaps in My Synapse Synapse definition, a region where nerve impulses are transmitted and received, encompassing the axon terminal of a neuron that releases neurotransmitters in response to an impulse, an extremely small gap across which the neurotransmitters travel, and the adjacent membrane of an axon, dendrite, or muscle or gland cell with the...

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In Cherished Dreams, Your Beauty Laps All Consuming Flames In cherished dreams, your beauty laps all consuming flames as its flickering hot-tongues, sear this desirous soul we had never played, as did others, any lying games true, we lived in the moment, deepest passion our goal! Sweetest memories, that I have in my romantic vault are waking with you and staying...

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My little phone touch gave brightness As I saw moving shadows on the dark blue walls. As quiet as a mouse, I stared at my imaginary motley collection of furniture and painting. I could hear footsteps slowly moving to and fro. ...

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River Laps Softly The ripples of water lap river's edge quietly I sit, a man seeking love The orange twilight stirs my lonely soul nearby, lonely call of a single dove Sweetest place roaring river moans and churns fish splashing about in a soft replay Continuance as the world slowly turns colors splash endings to wonderful day The smell is...

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ran from town to town around and around for you again and again...

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and light laps the rocks drooling on the crack of dawn food for candy thoughts quick licks trick the lip hot, hot, fort, in disarray oh, pur, pur, again...

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Mae Baneda Jackson reigns from her throne, a crate on the side of the crossway before the feeder at S610 at S288. Her kingdom encompasses a grassy knoll in the greatest country in the world. Like Nzinga, with cinders in her eyes, She rises like the phoenix, dazed by the sunlight. She could have been. Borne and buried alive in Jasper, Texas. She vanished from Jefferson High School like...

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