Menthe Poems - Poems about Menthe

...I need just before dawn to feel the slopes, love them, The smell of mint or anise, gentian or orange, I need to walk to look for ghosts, invisible ones My parents gone, my wife with quiet kisses,......

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...HATCHED BABY TURTLES AND LOVE I recall my return to the sea where the salt air mixes with beer very well and waves roll forcefully to the shore washing across boulders that form barriers The......

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...Hercule Poirot entered Santa Claus’s large factory, shivering with cold. The great detective looked back and saw Frosty the Snowman grinning with delight. Hercule brushed off the snow from his impe......

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...Mild obscurity At the local supermarket, a woman not a day over seventy-five asked me where she could find unsalted butter spoke with an American accent. What do I know, perhaps, she was rela......

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...I remember the bedspread upon which we slept, checkered and wrinkled; I remember the green plastic cups and cigarette butts, littered. I remember a painted face, laughing as we danced on Halloween,......

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...Aimeriez vous une chevaline rouge Composée de sucre d’orge? (would you like a red horse made of barley sugar?) Vous pourriez faire la race de Plaines aux tires d’eponge. (you could race across ......

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...As I walk out into the street on a bright night in my dark brown suit, blinking neon lights,whistling breeze with horns of cars buzzing through the night, I walk into the hotel lounge expecting to s......

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