Mandarin Poems - Poems about Mandarin

Mandarina duck was bragging a teensy bit Blue jay heard of it, and threw a giant fit She was speaking of her crest as if it was unique I have a crest also, Bart the blue jay did speak Mandarina duck preened, showing off her black and white trim. I have that too, Bart pointed out to a cardinal named...

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Always hot plates. Always refilling clean slates. Always lots of food. Always yummiest dishes. Always the best of buffets...

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" I know what you dream! " the Devils warrior, Mykoto The story begins in the 10th Dynasty of China, and a Governor's need for warriors; his name was Zheng Li...

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When questioned about chinese, I affirmed my expertise. And so I sought to learn more, Having known nothing before....

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Kids today can't focus Most have ADD Forget about 'comprehension' 'Cat' and 'Dog' they can't read Instead of essays, they write jigsaw puzzles That's why on 'writing tests' Just have 'em fill in bubbles Grading them is much less...

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It always makes me pain. My mother’s scissors. It’s an either-or situation She cuts my old photos up into small pieces, Or stir you into the mixture. Whether or not it’s true How could it interpret These actions as love Or the other kind of concession...

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Two mandarin oranges were both very much in love, and the rolled together down a hill, to the ocean, and the sun was swallowed by great waves, and these little oranges( who came from a tree-) Danced together on a sandy beach, (somewhere-) and they were in love, till a little girl, named "Death" came along and took one of the mandarin oranges, and Death stole...

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as all the “elected” puppets congregate with hands tied behind their backs & marionette strings held in the hands of corporate america (aka the global corporate), they edge the tips of their toes along the “fiscal cliff,” in order to force the unfortunate citizens of the empire boiling in the belly, to tremble again--- talk of “cutting social security” terrifies the seniors, who are disposed...

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What do I know of that young woman... She never dared..and I was not allowed. Hellion drained at last courageous Holding on to remnants of electric beauty Dying of neglect Perhaps..in spite of duty. And I suppose (to some sublime extent) All that is known of her Would make good kindling Around suburban campfires glowing tastefully, Where discontented matrons, still and all Practice that much maligned...

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The edges of an eclipsed sun give birth in broken shocks of light to day love and life We lift ourselves to yawning blades of grass near an ocherous tree raised by the mountains beside us Into an infinity of yes as our wings fall away in the ultimate flight immersed in the syrup of our mandarin universe ....

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