Pickin Poems - Poems about Pickin

He a)loves me not b)loves me not c)loves me not d)loves me not...

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Your pickin ur nose cause u let that booger grow,pull that sucker out,roll it all about,get it nice and dry,then flip it far and high,drive on...

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Apple Pickin Time The air is cool Wind is swift smell makes me drool of apple crisp. The trees are heavy full of ripe fruit or apple betty warm and good Apple pies everywhere cooling on sills up high wafting aroma in the air other smells need not apply Cider flowing in my cup fresh from nearby mills just one way is not enough heating chases chills Eating apples out of hand A...

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Walking through the many ripe apple tress ,holding secrets I pick a bushel thinking of my love through the misty breeze Apple pickin time in the Valley called Naples, awaits a meeting ...

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Down south of a dirty delta town after double-winged dusters sweep low White hats, bent backs and bloody hands sway to the rhythm of summer snow fields Backed by a choir of ten thousand crickets reaching up to touch heaven with a song...

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petals blowing by someone tore your heart apart loves me ,loves me not....

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