Pegging Poems - Poems about Pegging

...A load of unfixed weight, We ourselves sum up or rate, Sometimes pegging it to a kilogram, Under lesser stress to a gram; Either a chosen or entrusted role: Office with files taller than a pole......

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...Sky and more Placeholder - PositionHolder - Pegging place for stars As is each wave on the Ocean, fully ocean yet separate in sight Canvas of all there ever was, is......

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...I was born in the hearth of the snowbelt knee deep winters-pond hockey a long driveway with a small coal shovel pegging cars with snowballs long slogs to school slow brained learner like an ic......

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...Granny Doris Lives On “There’s no such thing as rain in Tintagel”. That’s what my Granny Doris says. “It’s always lovely weather For grabbing a bag of pegs”. She ‘heave-ho’s’ wet laundry I......

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...Have an Alm in Palm of Hand ?So how about this poem in your hand's palm, While some poor person had sought an alm; For poor pegging While begging, Hoping that weather continued to be calm. ......

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...enough… today nature changed we did not— we continue to inflict pain when will it all stop rogue killing by the deranged— how long will this remain today nature changed we did not— h......

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...The river smells like damp cotton this morning, the weather has been so complimentary to our exertions frost invades the nights nicely and soft sunshine comforts our faces in daytime, we have been......

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...On her green washing day Una wore green too, and pegged the washing out along the line. They were green pegs of course, with red monkeys on the top to please the children. It was nice to see ......

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...Sings a song of sixpence A pocket full of rye 4 and 20 blackbirds were baked in a pie The king was in the counting house counting out his money The queen was in the pantry eating bread and honey......

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...“How long has he been here?” said the other voice which Dumpty could see now that the dawn light started to grow, belonged to a largish Owl perched on a tree branch, near the sleeping cat. “Oh, I dra......

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...It’s with great difficulty I put my pen on this paper. Struggling as to when and what to begin with. Learning that life has its way of collapsing Our paths down to one: unchangeable, inescapable. ......

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...Your tarnished grey paint on a rotting wood canvas. This melancholy greeting from an entrance to exploitation. Why I keep meeting you in that gloomy terrain, Why I trudge through rain and grime to......

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