Margarita Poems - Poems about Margarita

Three bros., Wideye, Snaggletooth, and Zonkers When in town went a little bit bonkers With the girls that walked by What was level with their eye Was ogled, whistled at, or they'd honk-hers! ...

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miniature spaceboy was not as young as he looked he found a drink on the table and it looked well cooked he had a tiny taste out of a straw that was sitting alone strawberry margarita packed a wallop, he dropped his cellphone the person who came back to the table sucked it up through the straw. complained to the...

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miniature spaceboy was not as young as he looked he found a drink on the table and it looked well cooked he had a tiny taste out of a straw that was sitting alone strawberry margarita packed a wallop, he dropped his cellphone the person who came back to the table sucked it up through the straw. complained to the...

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Hey Jimmy I wonder Is there salt in heaven How many parrots can sit on the head of a needle What are we going to do come Monday The oldest surfer in the skies Has Left one particular harbor Beginning his trip around the sun Leaving us behind Nobodies from nowhere Looking for Margaritaville And a friend named Jimmy But he’s gone Raise your glass to the son...

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Autumn ultimately receives it all - Painted in bald bohemian design, A poet’s sacred inspiration shrine - Nevertheless not exempt from the fall. Winter ultimately trumps with cold swing - Triumphant yet frigid, monochrome muse, Sublimating into slumbering blues - Nevertheless not immune to the spring. Spring ultimately renews with fresh whiff - Splendour of colours ignites the...

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I am looking forward to a margarita tonight said my friend Ms. Jett. She gave me a cagey wink, and I smiled, not having a reply yet. What kind of a day could it have been? What kind of an ominous start? It was 9:20 a.m. and she had not had her class yet; they were in art. I...

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Novelty, a thirst she longs to explore, Anticipating lovemaking and more Imploring soft touch of You From Canada, Her page view Photo of Charlie Chaplin she ardor 3/9/2022...

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M Am I blind? Might I see R G A reason for this gaiety? R I T All for one and one for all! D Abort the custom of Last Call! Y 01/08/21 Kim’s Acrostic Play 2 Holiday Version Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues...

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Margarita, fair girl with blue eyes Come tonight to the hidden spot When fool moon rises in the sky To the edge of the watery lot Where the mysterious willow Washes her long silky braids In warm splashes of water Reflecting shiny moonlight I will be there waiting for you Dreaming about embracing you Kissing your blushing cheeks And your plum burning lips I will...

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You took me out, the door is closed, But I don't mind I'd like get lost, And you can shoot yourself, it's nice, They will say it's only whim and lies, They will ask you make it twice. I'll go away and I don't care, You know yourself, where is my stare, I know Red Lantern's avenue's gonna make me not remember you night...

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The blind night lay down in feet to go outside there is no need I walk in my deserted place I have no rest without our grace. The pain will find my temple, bounce, and finger looks for trigger, glance of love that swings like ghost in mirror and there's no chance. Oh, take my heart beating, Oh, take my soul lordly I am so...

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Your home became the gaol for you, for them you're alien, it's true, you were so naive and you waited for changes. you thought your mate will understand he will say: go ahead, my friend, but he was roaming in gloom by the fence. The sun and stars got started burning road The sound of wheels was someone's plot The burning road and...

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Seeking a place of refuge, from the boiling deep-sea and rolling thunderous skies, while the ship heaves to and fro like a weathered leaf. Thoughts of whether, we will live or not, do cross my mind, as the rain presses against my face, in the engulfing black night. The shining city of lights appears on...

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It's everlasting smooth of the sea as deepest solitude of mine I can't escape from myself I see I cannot fall asleep with wine. New shores of being, of course, I cannot reach And wind is ripping out the sail as witch. I touched your day-dreams and it was bad this evil moment, and the sand of world of ours (oh, it is sad) was...

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Our friend Margarita is a little different She would often dream of a bearded face What she says is gray but significant In her very own version below I place The contour in my dream is very familiar But still I cannot recognize In me he is the organizer I love and admire his inspiring eyes Often in my much...

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