Milked Poems - Poems about Milked

...Excellent marksmen/women set his/her sites... I can hold out for upcoming mental health therapy until Wednesday at 1:00 p.m. Yes, and you (like I) will probably presume me deservedly cursed for......

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... “Reverse Cyrano” Reverse Cyrano new wave poetry straddles the ruins milked with two sugars dark Tea dreams red leaves laquer the vain roadmaps that stain the......

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...(Goliathus goliath music symbols and meanings. Titanus giganteus articulations to rests Scales are a set of notes ordered by ......

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... the Vallhall journey drunken orgies - fight and death mead - milked from a goat......

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...It was an early dawn of December, Gentle roosters began to crow in the huts, They greeted the first light of the day, Farmers unti......

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...Jack and Jill were brother and sister, whose environs were hilly and green; And they groomed horses and worked in gardens, oft 'til a moonlight scene. They did daily chores on a farm, in ......

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...small forest The small forest or the woods by the white road made of crushed sea-shells, was a place of enchantment Squirrels played here and had no fear of lone dreamers stumbling over oak root......

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...Hungry vultures; there were ten, just sitting in a tree One fell out and bit the dust while my wife made my tea Hungry vultures; there were nine, among the leaves so green One chewed dirt as my ......

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...My soul seems to be hidden today. Where can it conceal itself? I thought it was always with me, Roaming the endless paths That clatter the corridors of my mind, coursing through my arteries and ......

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... great expectations anticipated in the poetic heart Havisham delivered all and more for love, a separate unseen thief, tore the others’ worlds apart webs like ectoplasm from underneath......

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...Not quite a slave After war number 2 when the time was hard and oil was undiscovered, hidden under deep waters when our town stank of stale fish oil and people made their booze called “sats” ......

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... Densest fog hovers over the mountains, Blue ridges reformed, now steely, Gray as the moment just before dawn, When silence bleeds her dreams Through the still, cool light Graceful as the sigh,......

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... Wet foggy morning, a shy daylight wakes me up with the birds music. The cats heard my voice, they call me to have their breakfast. Before my coffee, I am their waitress. I look at them while ......

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...Way down on the farm are cows, shepherds, and cattle waiting to be milked......

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...It was in the early dawn of December especially Roosters began to crow in the farmer's huts repeatedly They welcomed the first light of day indirectly. The famers untied their ......

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