Parsley Poems - Poems about Parsley

EIGHT BEAUTIFUL LINES Filled with peachy pleasure in parsley pastures I eye eagle elegantly elevate in elongated flight warriors wonder wisely about rising Sun whispering wondrous worldly wishes across abiding angelic appled air spun elves and fairies pirouette in royal ribbons blue with mystics maypoling as kittens mew a mistletoe mist of fat figs feasting true...

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52624 Gratitude The mall, this desk, this Pen, my hands work, my handiwork Priests, vampires, blue paint Salt, garlic, parsley, sage, rosemary & time. ...

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heavy-footed he tramps his wisdom on her renaissance carpet she gives him thick coffee and sits him in a chair far too small he stares about the room & talks about nothing in particular, but thinking all the time about time she smiles and does not understand he clutters out confused by her incomprehension stumbling over his tears. ...

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In this, the fairest city of romance, and inside the marvelous museum to which I have made my first pilgrimage as a lover of art, I stand in contemplation, mesmerized by my first look at an original Renoir. I catch sight of a vision even more spectacular across the room from me! Involuntarily, I gasp! Those sweet sparkling eyes! That...

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Nowadays, it seems that most dinners are served with a sprig of parsley. Mister Cordon Bleu, I'd prefer that it be used rather sparsely! I suppose it makes a fanciful garnish, but that is open to debate. The stuff serves no useful purpose and just clutters up my plate! Should I find a sprig of parsley embellishing my plate,...

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