Sandpaper Poems - Poems about Sandpaper

It was designed in order to break up their food, but could be used adversely according to mood, most things I say are 'wrong,' know what I mean? I really start to wonder about heard and not seen. Remember Ogden said: 'Just say yes to everything,' we know that's not possible, peace it...

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When I saw him last, He wore grey bananas on his feet He had a pirate’s hat between his teeth Long last the man from Oliver Kitten arrived on the shores of my head How was he to bring such a large basket of straws and ask me to bloom a white rose You have...

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I hope my sandpaper words rub you raw Want ‘em to be abrasive, stick in your craw My prickly gruff words will make your eyes bulge, and jut your jaw Baby, meet the ghetto Sandman, he gon tell you ‘bout your sins He gon give you bad dreams again I hope my sandpaper words really rub you raw Make you wanna repent, and follow God’s law Do sincerely pray...

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Softly the pitter patter Peaceful melody of purrs, filling your soul with laughter furry four legged treasures; meowing their words of love blinking 'Hello' with their eyes, punching your heart like a glove staring at you from up high; pouncing softly to your lap a joy to watch each caper, right before taking a nap sweet kisses of sandpaper....

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By: Jeremy Aguire Contest: Build Your Own Sand Contest Date: 09/17/2013 I didn't measure up. Within your plans, I wasn't enough. My life was sloughed. Back to the pencil and I'm rebuffed. Now I've been scuffed. These are imperfect stains, They're complicated and they're erased. You've scraped against my grain. I was replaced just to imitate, a chosen face. You had to finish me, covered in sawdust of apathy. You've...

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A little sandpaper smoothes the edges The final touch that makes the job complete You think of your angel yet to be born This crib represents your loving protection The final touch that makes the job complete Is the love that was poured out each moment The crib represents your loving protection You have been working and praying for days Is the...

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sandpaper hearts take away the roads dig a hole fill your moat lifeless gold smooth texture from life bleach the silver fom crosshair eyes the color of blanks a string of blue pearls march along the plywood vein tapping at this tired thing tap-tap...tap-tap singing produce =produce or starve no time to act tired count those aces... tight another day-another race don't make a mistake tired thing snoring o'er sandpapered casket tap-tap...

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A carpenter friend of mine is skilled and able. This morning, he was building a new table. He said, “I ran out of sandpaper. I have to get some more. I’m going to take a quick trip to the hardware store.” I said to him, “If it’s time you want to save, it just so happens this morning I...

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let me start a * bid for the right to light the pyre of the bond; who would not believe, the benign bony fingers had written off the desires, from lips to hips may you go to find the sludge at the banks of fury at sunrise, I am...

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your sweet voice trumpets through the Celtic green air but where to find Regina’s fresh eyes the wild scent of her maple brown hair leads the curious heart to your natural sandpaper blues eyes...

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