Rc Poems - Poems about Rc

...Cherry flavored sodas are such a refreshing delight from Dr.Pepper, Pepsi, Coke, 7up and Sprite Something about cherries that make a cola sing tasty bubble beverage with that hint of cherry zing ......

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... X marks the Gospel spot He’s the chiasm of B.C. to A.D. Like the Chi-rho symbol or ichthus fish There’s no disrespect, says R.C. X reminds us of Christ, [The Star that’s shining bright] It’......

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...Her Mam did for the rich Wool toffs, days chocka block with chores. Her fella was a plazzy gent— A few jars opened doors. A proper jarg johnny he used; he thought hi’self r......

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...Rockin' rolling cowboy, casting charm on rocky road to rogue ride of his roller coaster! (From my pen name Roger Carvis, the beautified American version of my real name Rogel B. Cawis)......

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...HuH!!! there be no honey bees in the winter naked are the trees NO! cold Pepsi Cola no RC Heated are the harden heart, which are no longer gold the deaf, the blind, the invalids scre......

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...I bought a Martha Stewart pan and liked it very well now for my cooking needs I have ten or twelve I used to drive a big old Ford Galaxy it was colored brown now I have a green Chevy truck to get ......

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... Stonehenge is a famous monument in Britain a prehistoric mystery, architecturally sophisticated built in stages, the first part built 5000 years ago the unique Neolithic stone circl......

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...The book you offered to me waits by my side, in its silky blanket while is risking a timid autumn sun. If I open it, I guess leaves contain much more than a ray, because when I dive into ......

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...My truck is almost full of birds , that have risked their last migration for a journey to the planet mercury. So fell from the sky a ton of fried chickens. I won't have to swing my fork in th......

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...Mama ate her collard greens with raw onions, pinching a morsel of greens with sweet cornbread, as juicy pork neckbones lay naked of meat. The sweetness of life, like sweet Kool Aid fills our ......

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...Translation of Eric Mottram’s Courbet: Elegy 8 by T. Wignesan Blanches oeuvres ouvertes résident dans les jours la surface du banc de travail est noire les géraniums-lierres les fougères et......

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...The blue hour takes root ... There is the dark wing of the steamer, Which takes the open sea, and carries away its regrets, Tiny passengers, waving handkerchiefs And the seagulls passing and pa......

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...If you want to know how I spend my time RC Cola and a Moon Pie Chewing on a stem of Bahia grass Just in case you feel the need to ask Skipping stones across a glass top pond Blowing wishes fr......

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...You're gone, my love Carried by the current Slowly drifting, Until the extinction of the day. I could not see in the wave Any mark of your body, But just the clouds, embroidered wit......

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...As far as I can remember, They were souls connected with mine. But all the bridges of our friendships Have moved away: The boats have broken off their moorings, And I do not know whether I am go......

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