Procurer Poems - Poems about Procurer

...The word on faerie lips, I’ve heard - A gleaming, white, pristine, grade A... Baby tooth. And rarely used. A solid, shining, well-endowed, enamel-laden tooth. I’m wowed! And.... It’s in th......

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...you were an infant i would sing a song i created for you 'there's a baby in my arms there's a baby in the mirror but honey there's not really two the child in the mirror is only an image ......

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...I am a prophet of peace, A procurer of leaves; Catcher of breeze. Visions of thieves? No such disease I live in the trees. Free from taxes and fees. Share it with me? Comparatively, believe......

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...So pristine each drop wrapped tenderly by clouds as air into water processed. Why a diamond shaped of natures play or of gravity earth awaits, greedily life yearned for its fall from grace. Longing ......

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