Shang Poems - Poems about Shang

...I think you would have found sociology agreeable. The chapters jump right into the heart of the matter and do not cause you to stray wondering--spelled with an 'o' not an 'a'--as 'stray' w......

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...He was my pigeon My dupe, my believer, my toy I could see that he would follow me anywhere And everywhere He was my minion My admirer, my inspirator, my challenger I took a better look, and l......

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...Where will you live if we allow you to go to the U.K.? Mulan hesitated. The only witch her family knew was Xianniang. I will be well taken care of, she assured them. They did not understand her ......

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...Mere Mosquito landed delicately on brisk water. She felt protected in this forest Shang-ra-la. Spied teensy minnows swirling a bit below. Singing Brook was mosquito’s favorite resting spot. Round......

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...This poem is the story of the Da Ji a Chinese maiden who was believed to be posessed by a fairy fox unwillingly in a time of despair, or to be a fox herself either way She later become the consort ......

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...The guards patrolled the Chinese wall As they did every day They did not pay much attention Seems to be the usual way A clink disturbs ones peaceful stroll A three armed hook appears Catches ......

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...strawberry shampoo warmest bath in the world shang ri lah to me......

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...Charming Man met Shadow Woman in a daydream, and took her to a Shang-ra-la she had but flirted with many moons ago. She met him inside a mystery and enjoyed him intensely and immensely – the fe......

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...fee- foo she wanna groove give her space so she can move caught the beat cause the beat is funky drop down like ah funky monkey study bouis to pass yo' test caught the groove when the beat i......

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...Cut my veins, End this pain, God knows I won't be missed, Whoever that is. I live by Shang-ri-la, Juggalos and Lettes for all. I'm down with the clown, Till I'm dead in the ground. Nothing can hold......

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...He told the tales with likes and similes human character dressed as grass and trees the fragility of life just like a mist as touched by divine spark like children kisse......

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...I was living in shang-hai, for all you ever knew. I stood by paper windows, for which the wind blew. Glitter came past my ears, like a sing-song in my veins. Tell me every secret, so I can feel th......

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