Spelt Poems - Poems about Spelt

Dear! How beauty should be spelt, 'Cos deep in all hearts, you are felt, Many oceans crossed for your sake, Your goodness isn't a mistake, So, your sweetness, all feet it swept. All stony hearts, your beauty melt, To your love, angels gently knelt, Praising your cuteness, all partake, Dear! In your heart, true love has best dwelt, Good looks your face wear with a...

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I saw the woman sprawled on the ground, her legs askew beneath her. She was alive but could not move, obviously in a faint. Right in front of her a small pram squeezed to a wall pinned by a truck that had hurtled down the hill hitting mother and child. No sound came from the pram. The driver knelt down. He cried, oh how he cried. Did he cry for...

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In this day and time Some of the older people wants To be young again Dressing, and acting like Teens and young adults Then there's the young people Who's trying to be older Dressing and acting like Older adults, even putting Up their age, be who you are Don't fall into entrapments!...

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"The Vanilla Ice Cream Knights and The Raspberry Queen" "You’ve been spooning too much Vanilla Icecream”, she advised the buffoon all the feathery self-blustering chirpers parted way, she had loaded guns she positively glided into the room “Diamonds my old bean,” she grinned, “have no use for vanilla or rocky road Knights their dripping soft amour, sterilized in Pine-o-clean polished up to a...

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Vass Mack doo im denn lederhosen? Vass Mack doo im den bett? So feeler loiter imm denn arbent. Frei frei drey. Skipping in a motorway cafe. Surfing in a lane. Motels full of moo. And moisture derived from a plant. Oh great leaf of leaves. How wonderful. How explosive and erotic the Zen like military...

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Smelt Spelt Smelt Spelt Smelt Spelt Taciturn brown blackened smelt under wrapped green elephant ears laying in a pool of fluid leaked on a bed of brown crusty spelt in points of poverty in the chastity belt of time. Every thirteen feet as described in the tenements of Leroy there is a firepit for the...

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