Soothings Poems - Poems about Soothings

...Wliless and while-most are terms she wishes us to believe are endearing One poor who absolutely Love while One wealthy seems to understand Me Yet neither are the other In definition......

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...Wliless and while-most are terms she wishes us to believe are endearing One poor who absolutely Love while One wealthy seems to understand Me Yet neither are the other In definition......

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...Depressed by the facts of him who he had chosen. Loud mouthed and foolish, he'd often make mistakes using what was stored never replenishing it. She bought twenty cans of canned sausage (number #......

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...From the Book of Duration she asked me of something that I had know understanding in foing I refused to ask her to explain and teach me what I needed to know I knew my lack of the jargon woul......

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...My missing you never stops. Not since the beginning when my eyes first saw your wide almost infinite expanse, Not since my ears first heard your angry roars or ......

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...The night falls deeper And the pain anguishes In the embracing laughter The dewing ire of happiness Falls in my lap After the long showers of saddening In the shady cave The decked up soothin......

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...Outside the city where the pomegranates grow, Sat a heartbroken maiden full of sorrow. So sorrowful was she that the veil she wore Was full-wet and soggy as never before. I knew not the lass, nor......

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...Fred Seegmiller 1871 - 1907 You never met a man who loved my town. As I much as I did. Coming here in ’90 by the train. It nearly killed me, but I stayed on my knees. I prayed and prayed......

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...Not of love, for love is hurting not of war it won't leave me- standing sing me a song that sounds like- lullaby that will make me nod to every word; by and by. sing me a song not of cultural- ritu......

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...dedicated to Schonkrieger DMJ In sunburnt pastures far and flowing, Your love is an angels's mandolin Which soothes such things as soothings seek, Our hands enmeshed midst that verdure's 'spans......

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