Sinkers Poems - Poems about Sinkers

...cosmic constant, sneaks to be diluted pinned down with prison franks playing footsie not a long ride loveless daybeds abandoned signals fighting eyes across trafficked lies earthern worms ......

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...TWINFLAMES Obsidian oscillated into lava slid across syntactic streams tumbled thick greenwood thickets impenetrability an intricate illusion wicked sha......

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...Only a dime a dozen for these broken dreams, a free wooden nickel with each pack of lies. A jar of hoodwinks, flimflams, and bumfuzzles, a bucket of lost hope, and a box of how time flies. A Br......

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...Jump out of bed for breakfast, the time is 3 am Knock on Uncles window, have a quick cold feed with him Gather up the rods and gear, sinkers floats and line Looking up into the sky, cloudless and ......

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...That’s jake, said the dewdropper to the bluenose who snorted. Mind your potatoes, said the wurp. He had had too much footjuice. The bluenose held a gasper out to the dewdropper. Here. Nozzled, t......

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...“Where are you going?” Teddy asked, breaking in our conversation, between Bulldog, ‘Newy’ and myself and noticed with his observation, that the words of Phillip Island had been mentioned by us thre......

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...Dear ol' dad loved the way our mom made fried clams. It stood to reason  that a deep fat fryer would be the perfect  Christmas present for her. He proudly placed it  under the sad, Charli......

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...there's only one way straight down is all you control so use a bobber line through a swivel with sinkers and lucks good bait play out line and wait tick tick heavy weight a slow to reel in......

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...After being amply lathered from head to toe, aye ya eye ya eye ya eye, and without fail (gluteus maximus unloads a dump, as predictably happens like clockwork orange ......

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...Covered in muck, dust, dirt and filth, The rods were pulled from the shed, Brought inside, through the kitchen, And laid all over the bed. And the tackle box was emptied of hooks and sinkers, ......

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...Silent River Run Research fun gear, on-line or stocked. Preparation: mixing, matching, dots. Please, try not to harm the catches we snare; Eat less of animal flesh; And, plant lives ......

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...From the kitchen sink at the window sill, I see a house on the distant hill, when as a child I had time to kill, where now my spirit wanders still. Then life changed on a day that’s dire, we cho......

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...I want a man just like Dad So to find him let me start by saying He is one of a kind so it will be hard to find He worked on construction sites all my life he has a dirty mouth but not around ......

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...Boxed lures lay: belly-up, forlorn, caste off sinkers, line-less, relics of peaceful bygone days. In vaudevillian colors of corny-orange: their hooks rusty, their prongs dulled in an unalluring h......

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...Star to let to a cat lover and friend of less perfect dahlias, to putter-outers of unwashed milk bottles; to curtain shifters and spectacle sinkers, to all those gods in Victoria`s lon......

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