Mollified Poems - Poems about Mollified

...if your partner has to be mollified and pacified If he pouts and makes fun of you unless you out-guess him If being around him makes you feel like you are tiptoeing around glass If you spend your ......

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...I’m enjoying spending time with my mom - we have an intimacy braided like rope. I forgot how funny she is. At the same time, we’ve been softcore arguing for days. She wants me to accomplish someth......

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...Once a pawn a time within castellated bishopric We purchased 2020 Hyundai Elantra at Enterprise Car Rental 1207 West Ridge Pike Conshohocken, Pennsylvania 19428 April thirteenth two thousand t......

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...A slash of light sears my left eye - end of the world or just sunshine crashing into a slanted window? It happens just that quickly I don't think there will be a time-lapse or anytime to count t......

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...The meekly mollified man subtly sews his silently simplistic sights upon reality’s rickety rufescent light . Always left lifelessly looming beneath the brain’s bashfully blurred background......

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...Albert Nolan "Abtract Gospel" God in "Picture" out current problems shoved aside preach good Feel good do apartheid II - Part 2 In his book, God in South Africa The Challenge of the Gospe......

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...It was the work of her hands that gave flesh to her speech; her persona made vocal. Gestures were needle-point, stitching words into sound. She talked with the eloquence of quick speaki......

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...It was the work of her hands that gave flesh to her speech; her persona made vocal. Gestures were needle-point, stitching words into sound. She talked with the eloquence of quick speaking finge......

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...It was the work of her hands that gave flesh to her speech; her persona made vocal. Gestures were needle-point, stitching words into sound. She talked with the eloquence of quick speaking finge......

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...It was the work of her hands that gave flesh to her speech; her persona made vocal. Gestures were needle-point, stitching words into sound. She talked with the eloquence of quick speaking finge......

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...It was the work of her hands that gave flesh to her speech; her persona made vocal. Gestures were needle-point, stitching words into sound. She talked with the eloquence of quick speaking finge......

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...Hospital workers It has been another busy day a lot of driving the destination is yet another hospital that smells of despair. Busy fat auxiliary nurse, you can hear the friction of sweaty thigh......

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...Deep inside my soul there is a hunger that only true calm can soothe and as I link to tranquil moments, the evening bathes my tired face effacing it from noise of day, ......

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...The Director By Sy Roth The directors-- For want of a nail They were not wanting So many nails, A cache of nails To drive into their coffins Paid in j......

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...My Molly Magpie endears to baked delights Toiling in the afternoon, proving through the night Darkness raised the finest flour with courage Baked alive transformed, the test of scourge Tran......

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