Sangs Poems - Poems about Sangs

...Up above on a pole sat a parrot Portraying a great attribute Singing a melody with harmonies soothing and rejuvenating tune Singing a song that liberates Leaving the listener amuse Picking the ......

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...Sing tae me the auld sangs that ah learnt when a bairn, Sitting at ma mithers knee hearin the lilting tunes, Carrying me far awa in ma mind Wurds o the land whaur ah live An love aw the deys o ......

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...Caledonia her laund is oor laund, Caledonia her laund is ma laund A laund wherr ithers ur walcome, As we haud oot oor hand In friendship an tak ye aw in, As brithers fur aw that. Caledonia we......

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...Violinist Of all human evils That happend in history Bigger than Holocaust It was not, and it will not be. One Violinist was there His life was violin string He made the bloody nest there ......

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...Dusty shoes and wipsy hair But i do not care I am headed to Jozi Smelting hair and drowsy heat That will not deter me I am headed to the streets paved in gold, Jozi With nothing more than t......

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...ts are manly footwear and they’re pointed at the toe. They’re made to fit a stirrup and show the way to go. The boot tops climb toward his knees and turn back thorns and fangs. Their soles are smooth and scoot on floors where he dances as he "sangs". He cleans them both fore he steps inside so he won’t make a mess. But I don’t think he takes them off even when he’s at rest. His jeans are straight cut at the leg and stop at......

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...the start tag By the Chinese poet fengwenshu My space 's small emperaror-my son- As a Roseate for endless routh, When unborn my son, Lived in lofly belly of a flowering tree of dre......

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...the start tag rose_rosy [????????] By the Chinese poet fengwenshu My space 's small emperaror-my son- As a Roseate for endless routh, When unborn my son, Lived in lofly belly of a ......

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...Under the shade of a sychamore tree, on the edge of a pond sat a he and she. both who were living with a burdening fee for the she could not hear, and the he could not see. and he sat there i......

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...How will I leave this world Will I go out as I have come in Kicking and screaming Born of sin? Or will I simply close my eyes After saying some tearful goodbyes To all of those I love and che......

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