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Sinter Poems - Poems about Sinter


Sinter's Cross, Part II
......A warrior shrieked, pitched sideways, bled when he hit the ground, the Apache spurred their horses, looking to flank around. But John expected such a thig, he looked right and saw one, the I......

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Categories: sinter, conflict, courage, death, hero,
Form: Cowboy Poetry
Sinter's Cross, Part I
...You see that there? That’s Sinter’s Cross, on the bluff by the stream, a cross has stood there with his name since eighteen eighty-three. That was the year John Sinter fell, but I’ll not skip ah......

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Categories: sinter, conflict, courage, death, hero,
Form: Cowboy Poetry



The Sherriff's First Day, Part Ii
......They were quite faint, most would not have seen them, just a pattern in how the grass did bend, from their looks the cowboys seemed unaware, Connolly decided to move with care. He knew not w......

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Categories: sinter, conflict, emotions, father, history,
Form: Cowboy Poetry
The Sherriff's First Day, Part I
...When Sherriff Connolly came to Red Flat’s town, Tte citizens came in from all around, they had hotly anticipated this, for too long they felt they had been helpless. Now Connolly had heard of t......

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Categories: sinter, conflict, emotions, father, history,
Form: Cowboy Poetry
Premium Member Heart Centre
...Anahata spacial centre All vibrations does sinter Applying gentle pressure In boundless measure As magnetic electricity To transmute magically All to their innate element Divine love ever pre......

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Categories: sinter, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme



It Is Too Early To Prite Woetry
...If the sunrise has gone a hiding, And if my noggin still feels woozy, It holds true, Wummer, Sinter, or Spring. It’s too early to prite woetry And if my noggin still feels woozy, So, my bare f......

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Categories: sinter, fun, humor, writing,
Form: Pantoum
The Beau's Tale
...Love is some thing i entreat Of which without it my eyes are in the murk of picket -eye lids, It is a Croft on which our spirits first grub To then be able sour among the lunar stars. Some c......

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Categories: sinter, friendship, hope, love, work,
Form: I do not know?

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