Pinwheeling Poems - Poems about Pinwheeling

...Where art thou anonymous benefactor...to offer me succor? Ah... methinks legal tender could be a boon to help me bolster mein kampf with necessary material equipage, which prospect to acquire......

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...I hate robocalls! Inxs of recorded messages transmitted automatically to my telephone number by automatic dialing device. I turn off damn ringer, and disassemble (carefully as disabl......

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...I hate robocalls! I turn off damn ringer, nonetheless... telephone still buzzes twenty four seven eight days a week automated telephone calls digitally recorded message perfectly spoken E......

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...In melancholy moments Tinkering with the past What would have happened If a letter was read? A question asked? Something not left unsaid? I have run all those Thoughts through It is wonder......

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...I turn off damn ringer, nonetheless... telephone still buzzes twenty four seven eight days a week automated telephone calls digitally recorded message perfectly spoken English differentiati......

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...I, ashamed. On my last trick Feeling heartsick – To conquer is selfish but brave. Focus, feel peace. Pinwheeling Cling to the last thrilling – Heart clutches and trembles and caves. Spinn......

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...Bursts Of Creativity... Asper myself tend to occur late at night, or early morn 'o follow wing day unbeknownst despite acute insight how, when, where, why... ideas swarm and bite inspirat......

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...Watched an Aussie program, their dialect's appealing Makes sense if you listen closely without pinwheeling Wot did e utta Pass the bruddy butta It's English methinks but can leave you ree......

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...Watched an Aussie program, their dialect's appealing Makes sense if you listen closely without pinwheeling Wot did e utta Pass the bruddy butta It's English methinks but can leave you re......

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...He was there in the beginning and through the eternal ending. He'd scattered his seed 'cross numerous worlds. They flourished. They perished. Flora, fauna, innumerable forms, aeons of evoluti......

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...A giggle and screech filled pond on the crushed gravel path a sheen of sweat forming on my medditeranian nut browned skin; waylayed was I by a hitch-hiker. The gnat maintained a steady oribit abo......

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