Small Fry Poems - Poems about Small Fry

... The town pond was drained, revealing minnows wriggling in the residual water they milled and turned in silvered arabesques choregraphed by a rippling wind. Large ocean-going gulls descende......

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...When Grandpa died and his clock still ticked, he fell from a ladder by a tree - nor could that clock on the wall predict when I died at age twenty-three. A traveling artist, who, out of luck, ......

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...Seated beside a river, waiting for the sun to lay down. Blonde hair rolling to all appearances Gazing at the leviathan gulping the fish A soul inside me experienced uneasiness The moon pronounced......

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...Beyond the wave-sacked pebbles lie the pockmarked dunes, sea-wind swept heaps, burrowed by the claws of scaly thrashers. Here they huddle, the working class, flogging grim pleasures, wolfing ......

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...When you died I did not cry Not a single tear Fell from my eye I ask myself every day I ask him why? I miss you And I'm not going to lie I hope you're in heaven I hope that you can fly I di......

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...She says her love language is food well now you're talking baby We can go anywhere what shall it be Texas, Mexico, France, Italy, China, Germany, or maybe some old-fashioned southern hospitality I......

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...Watching upcoming toilet bowl lvii highlight of February 12th, 2023 Above title attests how mine mundane mein kampf insync as a veritable clogged drain oh: flush with adventure overflowing exc......

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...There are no adults here.. Only confused kids. Children under the delusion that they know what they're doing. Youngsters playing make-believe in a world they perceive so solidly. Every one a na......

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...Beyond the wave-sacked, lie the pockmarked dunes, heaps dug by the claws of scaly thrashers. Here they huddle, my blood kin flogging grim pleasures, wolfing eggy sandwiches, dipping tea-stain......

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...The Pond was drained, revealing umpteen minnows; they wriggle in the residual water turning in silvered arabesques choregraphed by a water-rippling wind. Large ocean-going gulls descend out of......

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...Small fry Fingerlings are playing among seagrass in shallow water they stop when the big shadow of an adult passes overhead sometimes they play is so exciting they forget and end swallowed who......

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...Watching upcoming toilet bowl lvi highlight of February 13th, 2022 Above title attests how mine mundane mein kampf insync as a veritable clogged drain oh: flush with adventure overflowing excrem......

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...Below the vault of this cerulean sky In this solitary grave, let me lie In joy I lived and in joy I die And wish to see no one cry This you carve on my grave for all to see ......

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...A young cowgirl will sing by and by "Whoopee tie your yipee whoopee tie!" For she knows how to cling To a bull's ding-a-ling But has nary a clue with small fry......

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... I know a river where the fish fly in the sky. Sheltered by boundless ember morning sky, a lull stillness, it refuses to say goodbye; I breathe deep in submission ......

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