Organize Poems - Poems about Organize

When we were created, we were given limited senses, perhaps so as not to overwhelm our finite minds. Like God, we delight in order, and there is much that we can do. But our appetite for inputs has become a perilous addiction and strains the limits even of our strengthening reasons. We cannot tease the story from the storm. So we...

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No Holding Up Signs, No Chanting, No Looting, No Crimes, No Soliciting, They approach you, not you them, then you hand them the literature for the cause of this organized event, and if per chance you are asked any further questions, about the cause that you are publicly demonstrating, most should respond with, "Research And Learn More @ blah, blah .com," and if...

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If I have the time, I will organize my many drawers – in the kitchen first. That junk drawer there – oh, it is the worst! Bedroom, then bathroom. I’ll prioritize! And when I’m done with that, where will I store my poetry? Where will I put it all? In the bookcase against my room’s long wall or in my drawers,...

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Sleep! Time to create minimal order ~ from maximum disorder...

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Organize Empresas de sucesso e também a saúde humana, entendem a importância da constância. Além disso, reconhecem o papel crucial da visibilidade para a regularidade. http://bit.ly/2018_TOP_10...

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Things that matter. Not useless data. Unlest without your behest. Cooked up by the NSA. And the Mad Hatter. In the end all is just chatter. Trying not to shatter. Either by pity patter or splatter. If I had my druthers bruthas (and sistas). I'll take the latter. Organize or scatter....

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She hates my clutter, how it is all around Things that are lost, have yet to be found Saying I just maybe have a little too much Well everyone has to have their own clutch Did I mess everything to end up far enough How will I ever organize all of this stuff...

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