Pullover Poems - Poems about Pullover

... she wears the latest fads regardless of her moods mix and matching as per all the rules wouldn’t want to get it wrong as she parades across the catwalk of her days i’m not so fancy i stand......

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...When I saw someone I don't know crossing the rode near my window, I wouldn't have mind at all. But I saw someone wearing the same pullover you always wore and I complimented you in, When I stopped......

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...I tried to pay attention to the teacher. I saw him looking if I see, why do I still know when he tries to hide someting? Or doing something, that could leave me unsure? From the side of my eye, ......

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... you hit me. younger me:,, Do it!" One Hit, on my head, didn't hurt much. Another on my back, my pullover protected. I Held my hand over my face. Bad choice. The metal cut my hand like knife. ......

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...And even how small the Problems are. When you know you can't Tell your parents, because they will think you see everything bizarre, it makes them larger. Bigger. There is no place anymore in your ......

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... Drooling along, Every day. No matter, What people say! My mother says," Shut your mouth! Your spewing drool all about!" My father says, "I'm going to bed! No mo......

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...When the season turns summertime wears pullover shivering with cold......

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...These past few months have brought change during the covid-19 outbreak all over some of these changes been good others bad personally, it's been like a new pullover Like any new garment, it sme......

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...Every mother is a woman, But not every woman is a mother. Womanhood is by virtue of the sculptor's mould, But Motherhood is a sweet-bitter Journey for special trekkers. So I knew a man who was a ......

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...It takes two to tango, as they say. It also takes two to road rage. It sure is fun watching two insane, out-of-control knuckleheads zigzag aggressively on the highway with their driv......

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...I like the way you call me I love the way; you care me Every time you need something You trick me up falling. Please stay with me, don't leave me alone Pullover my eye, please don't hide Ever......

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...Sheltered in hot woolen jogging pants, leather boots and a high-collar pullover, daringly I dive into more poetry and everything warms me on this Winter night: the clothes heating my body, the po......

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...The road ahead is almost yellow Somewhere bright somewhere faded Waiting for its soon-to-come fellow In the air crispy murmurs Alder and Birch look cravingly Squirrels running at their feet G......

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...Translation of « On est les oubliés » (They/We are the neglected and forgotten lot) by the songster-poet Gauvin SERS (For the last two years, this young unassuming Frenchman, full of verve and d......

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...ST. PAUL’S CATHEDRAL AND THE TRAMP Thousands, perhaps millions of wily, desperate tramps have always been, But this one far away across the seas was an unusual scene, Lying on a slab of stone, ......

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