Luff Poems - Poems about Luff

...Susie slipped bits of food into her apron pockets. Ran down to the pond, with her prettiest lockets. Showed the baby ducks her loot, crackers and stuff. She likes animals so well said her Grandma ......

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...Give me your sweet lips Guenevere and I’ll not care what fate brings me hence evermore. To be with you, dear Guenevere, awhile is high bliss my heart beats out ever o’er. Come, Guenevere, let bot......

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...in sponson's wake of beetled prow, cold foam formed horizons far, gray mist above, blue black below, pitted keel thrum anchored flow, splintered spar led teakwood jibe dawn broke on that deepe......

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...Ketch Keel's deep in water and Kelp off the bow appears Kembed as I " keep her luff". Knighthead to the South, with Knots at fifteen, on the King plank I stand...O' this Ketch is so mighty ......

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...I Whenever would thou bleed, thus bind, Thy lying heart will shed its feel; Why art thou kne'd? Thy eyes art blind To drops whose sight them ne'er heal. II At order yours, domain of fever, F......

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...MY HEART IN YOUR HOMELAND Cupid must have been busy he forgot my heart, And so instead of a man I've fallen in love, it is in the mountain ranges my eyes dart. Sweet, the g......

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...You are blameless to not swim, Where water is ingenuously cool, Too cool for fish to frolic, Whoever heard of a Procrustean waterbed? I am taking swimming lessons at the J.C.C., From Pasternak a......

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...Our class teacher is Mr.Luff, He's really strict and very tuff. And the ratio of class to fun is a measly twelve to one! FICTION!!......

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...Right off the cuff I’d say there’s enough - fluff The pillows that puff Are filled with that stuff - fluff And that Twinkie cream puff Just what is that stuff – fluff And the girl with a **** Her han......

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...GREETINGS Look up and witness the sight ! Everyone should share my delight At the mighty sky with myriad light - The crackle of stars on a January night. There, from this ocean of nothi......

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...Billy my brother drifts on a plain In my mind I still feel his hurting pain I still see you Billy, seeing me cry Dad it looks like Billy, he's saying goodbye He tell me of places that no one ......

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...Winter be but two weeks old and already they lament. No passion seems as strong as their loudest prayer for spring. Spring will come when it will and wake the grasses and willow. Let Natures brief......

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