Marmots Poems - Poems about Marmots

...Ducks are up in the air, it is early - too much a middling. Nature lures, leads us on, the weather is wrong. Icy licked stems are surprised. Defrosting ants and marmots patch and mend, ......

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...There were infinite shades of green a few angelic scented cascades a pair of brown birds sang to me I tossed a bit of chocolate on the pine needle carpet. They beaked the pieces and quickly flew......

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...Imagine ... our continental divide, seen by nose lengthers who are not sharp-eyed. The Yellow-Bellied Marmots, host the most, from the northernmost down off the west coast. There are six varietie......

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...If life goes too fast for us, where are we? Where are you going? I have no fun then, I like to enjoy the summer holidays, A few weeks, a few days, even a few evenings, I like a meal that lasts w......

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...I want to be a marmot tamer Mateo promptly said. All of the other ones have disappeared or are now dead. There have been none that we know of said his annoyed father. A marmot came right up to him......

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...On the Sixth Day On the sixth day God created the animals Oh what fun creating the animals; Rolled up each sleeve to create all the animals On the sixth day. God made cats and dogs and hogs ......

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...Placed strategically close to suburban hedgerows, elderly backyard mavens nourish generations of groundhogs. Daily the grass is seeded with 'Puffcorn Delites,' bought wholesale from Costco......

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...Translation of « On est les oubliés » (They/We are the neglected and forgotten lot) by the songster-poet Gauvin SERS (For the last two years, this young unassuming Frenchman, full of verve and d......

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...Route 67 may not conjure up the romanticism of famed Route 66, Nor does it wend its way across the country or provide you any kicks. 'Tis just a winding mountain road running from Divide to Cripple......

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...These marmots of South Africa Build cities underground. The youngsters roam around in bands … But I don’t know how they sound!......

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...Rickety shelters at the base of majestic peaks Nestled here, memories of winters long and cold. Miners searching treasures, precious silver and gold. Ghost towns whisper what it is they seek. Mis......

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