Lithe Poems - Poems about Lithe

lanky lean lithe limber lollygagging Leo loved a little lampoonery loving lasting laughter, leisurely learning lemonade lessons lickety split, laundering little leagues of lithographs in lime...

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Light and lithe Lily, the monarch flower girl has unusual DNA With droplets of butterfly and hummingbird glitz merry and gay. Surrounded by the magic of the elements, determined to stay She enhances the garden and meadow in a marvelous new way....

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lovely lithe lively lemurs languishing lovingly lengthwise laboriously lightening our loads laughing in lemur-like linguistics lovely lacksidasical loving lemurs letting loose leeches live living lemur-like lightness lollygagging in lemur-like ways...

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in reluctant teardrops plop visions of my field of dreams a bloody track of cinders where schemed lithe runners to box me in and ere i fell this lonely race become my requiem...

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I will wake up with blue eyes tomorrow Replacing my green ones to my sorrow. Try to stay normal when this happens though These eyes will be dazzling with inner glow. My face will be a much prettier pink. My figure will be much thinner I think. You see I sent a wish to dream faerie. I will be light, lithe, pretty...

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With sounds that gather round the ocean’s shore, the whimsied muse her lithesome being girds in utterances from unfathomed store. Akin to Alice dwelling in absurds the words go round and round in Cheshire grin when off I go on romp of rhyming thirds in artless manner, thus to just begin meandering without foregone design, so lines will somehow write themselves therein while lyric...

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Tarahumara Indians are the best runners in the world They are light of foot and body, Super fit, in terrific shape. They are healthy beyond healthy, Snaking over rocky terrain, They are limber, lean and stealthy. But when they move off the mountain, Worse, begin eating processed foods, And stop running around the mountain tops They get into unhealthy trouble Their muscles rapidly turn...

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The extremely lithe, lively, light-hearted Lilybelle me is a ballerina with a twenty-eight inch waist, and six foot legs who wakes me up sometimes dancing and twirling, leaping, and landing. She is light on her feet, and she exudes grace and loveliness. We are wearing luxurious lilac faerie wings this morning. I...

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Eating sensibly is the name of the game No more gorging, that's not good for our frame Getting lithe as a fairy Singing like a canary Happy as poop I'm no longer shamed...

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Wish I could leap through the trees like the squirrels do I'd be over the moon screaming a bloody woo-hoo Lithe and free Overcome with glee Till I fall and break my precious noggin... boohoo...

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Blithely rising in shadowy night Is Man of the Sun wearing the threshold That was once been secluded from the sight of me But together has drawn me closer to glee. As swiftly as the sun arise back in the eyes; Like morning glory bloom dash’ly under bright light My heart surrenders to Love what they called Relish days playing music of...

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