Peter Poems - Poems about Peter

Cut the budget Cut the fraud Cut the bullcrap Cut the lies Cut, cut, cut it out! Finding ways to reduce spending while spending is diabolical. Spending millions on a military parade is waste management at its finest. What in the Big Beautiful Baffling Bill is going on? When I was young we use to say, “Robbing Peter to pay Paul.”...

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THE BREAK INS BEGAN IN THE KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS SAN CARLOS BEACH PETER WAS THE TREASURY HE BECAME BITTER ANGRY WHEN HE SAW MY GRANDFATHER ROOSEVLT KING STANDING ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF ANTIPOPE JOHNXXIII MY POPE SERVING IN ROME AND THE MIDDLE EAST RONCALLI GUESEPPI TURKEY MY POP WAS A KNIGHT OF THE ROUND...

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Mary Alin Travers grew up to do what mattered she sang with Peter and Paul and with her voice did us enthrall ...

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I find it strange that the so many Knights of Columbus don’t believe in a white knight marrying a brown woman today however some knights allow the knights to commit adultery within the church then fund abortions under Walmart cards on the low to protect some knights this luxury is set aside for immigrants woman...

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Surviving the knights of Columbus Peter gargano faking his death recieving full burial insurance from San Carlos Beach chapter sadly he has been hacking into chapter District 46 2505 state secretary Donald and O'Connor at our 2017 and 2019 convention home invasions ripping our badges shooting into my plants from text door our Jan 6th...

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Most of have heard or read the Adventures of Peter Pan A boy who never grew up and lived in Never Never Land The rewritten story goes that Tinkerbell is in love with Pete but in the original shadowed tale, Tink liked her whiskey, neat J M Barrie was asked to write a sunnier children's version to cover up Pan...

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IT'S THURSDAY AGAIN ALMOST PENACOST SUNDAY AND HOLY WEEK WE GRAZED THROUGH ASH WEDNESDAY MY MIND FOCUSING ON OUR FAMILY OUTING TAKING FLOWERS TO MA I ALWAYS ADORED THE YELLOW ONES FOR MA AND TINY PINK TEA ROSES FOR LISA NOT JUST ANY TEA ROSES MAKE SURE THE PETALS ARE PRESSED FIRMLY TOGETHER AT THE...

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SEVERE DATA BREACH USED BY THE AMERICAN MAFIA CONTROLLING ABUSE OF POWER THANK GOD FOR RICK SCOTT FOR CONTACTING THE FBI OVER THE SEVERE DATA BREACH AT TAMPA GENERAL HOSPITAL SYSTEM WHERE PERER GARGANO AND MY IMPOSTER JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY ACCESSING INFORMANT FILES TERRORIZING AMERICANS INCLUDING SEVERE DATA BREACHES CYBER ATTACKS ON NATIONAL PUBLICBDATA...

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I AM AMERICAN I WILL NEVER FEAR DOMESTIC TERRORISTS COMMITING SEVERE IDENTITY FRAUD AGAINST ME RECIEVING ANNUITY PAYMENTS ON MY BEHALF IN MICHIGAN SEVERE IDENTITY FRAUD ACTUALLY RECIEVING DISABILTY PAYMENTS ON MY BEHALF WITH PETER GARGANO ORDERS HIS DETROIT HIT MEN INSURANCE FRAUD ALLSTATE AND FORD COMPANY ON BEHALF OF MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY AIRBAG...

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In silence, I now sit inside your room as doleful fingers strike piano keys, and beauty soars like roses, red, in bloom. The weight of life, your heart and mind, it flees. A sad, foreboding melody does loom. I muse as I remember times like these - just thirty-seven years on earth, not long. Tonight, I hear your sad piano...

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Fbi Alan King was very angry shocking as he warns me that Gargano burns blacks physically and politically I couldn’t fathom any of this as he asked why are Gargano so close what is it we talk about for hours do you know what he is what he does I was basically in shock never...

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Alice held flowers in her hand, So huge were they, 'twas tough to stand, She collected them all herself, The bouquet was for her bookshelf, Walking with them proved so tricky, Her hands hurt and they were sticky, She didn't see where she was going, Her steps they were slowly slowing, Peter Pan saw her...

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When you open up your eyes Is He sitting at your side With a smile on His lips That betrays a certain pride? Does He touch your injured hands? Does His face go pale and grim At the sight of wounds you bore For your loyalty to Him? Do you whisper “Lord, I’m sorry You said ‘do not be afraid’ Still I winced when they...

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Peter Piper was ever punctilious, like minty nature's painstaking paintings, Or the palsied skies of one pretty evening, in the hour of the sun's fainting. Peter lived upon a small, fertile farm, and was one of five, happy children; The son of loving, hardworking parents, jointly working until dusk, silken. They tended cows, pigs and chickens, and farmed potatoes...

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Denied again, again, again My God, my king, my hope, my friend To think that I could ever mend My shame, my pride, my lies. To deadly hills they take Him now A crown of thorns upon His brow The King of Kings, but no one bows I’m absent when he dies. In bitter tears they said I waited True—if sorely understated So my...

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