Magyar Poems - Poems about Magyar

...I called you my Magyar princess because of your smoldering eyes and dark hair but maybe you were just a woman who knew how to disappear while standing still. I got your number from your gra......

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...jelling in jar of Magyar kin a star is born ......

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...She stood in thrall to the Magyar As, one hand cupped to a breast, The other picked careful notes From the guitar against his chest, So they made a living figure Sensuous and statuesque Yet in......

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...Her elegant art nouveau staircase was designed by Ede Magyar We had never seen such a beautiful fixture in the town of McLar We ran over right away to take pictures and ooh and awe over it. Some h......

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...paprika-stained tongue passion of the Magyar — sweet rose tingles tines 10/1/2018......

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...Chimera of visual candy and sounds. I twirl my poetic skirt — the Magyar gypsy in me abandons time and space — the earth is mine — to mold, create as my God whispers splendiferous life, the ways of t......

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...The Lay of Sir Donald (Or: Le Chanson de Donald) An orange man – of red and trailing tie, Small hands, and copious twitter-feed – sing I! Most staunch ’gainst Saracen and Mede is he, Bare-ar......

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...When Mortimer Manders collapsed in the street, his daughter, Muriel, was with him. Though now seventy-five, he’d continued to thrive, in spite of the irregular rhythm his heart was now keeping......

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...MAIL PUZZLE Indians call India Bharat, so now you know. And the Chinese call China Zhong-Guo Islands are called Malvinas by some guys, And Falklands by those with different ties. Cong......

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