Stones Throw Away Poems - Poems about Stones Throw Away

...Chaos is a constant Everything is so cluttered "I'm an old man and tired", I quietly muttered Insanity is only a stones throw away In two weeks I fear it will be Christmas day I count my chan......

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...Children's Matinee. For us kids off the common streets Every weekend we had a special treat Held at the old community centre On Monksbridge Was the children's matinee Just a stones throw away......

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...Sunshine flowers fairies residency established nifty pixies paradoxically complexed; termed nocturnal. Gnomes way my magic mushroom. In my magic garden, You see. Fairie......

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...I have questions... questions I seem to have stored in a jar a collection seen as emptiness from afar to these arcane corridors of secrets life has assured My voice may be murmurous at best lack......

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...This is my family, oddities and all. Cam wants to see the world yet currently lives a stones throw away from Mother's call. While bubbly Michelle wears rainbow attire as if to challenge her smile......

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...A slight chill surrounding your ghostly smile, Black sumptuous full pout, Dark poignant fixated pupils, Scanning the perimeter to which you stand. Poised and uncertain, Frozen like icicles, ......

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...Just moved to our brand new abode Been checking out the surroundings Overjoyed with what we've discovered Find our new digs really astounding Everything is just a stones throw away It's a vi......

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...I invite you to my window, Where forks a path you may never go See that garden there bursting with blooms? It is yours, but you must only look, Sit in my boat, but please do not row It grabs holds a......

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...Sat in the make-up chair, a stones throw away from all the glares, for goodness sake stop the stares, got to get me bigger hair. My hair's receding, so to fulfill this tremendous evening, I need to......

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...It was about twelve noon when they asked me to count backwards Only the potion they used on me just seemed to push me onwards I got down eighty seven when I heard these voices "No one has ever got......

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...I stare blankly ahead of me; stare into the cracked soul of the being who used to reflect a smile - the girl I used to love unconditionally. That love evades me now. Where has it gone? I sea......

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...There once was a house up on that hill. Just a stones throw away from the old saw mill. It stood so tall, majestic and bold with tales and fond memories waiting to be told. Four generations ......

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...with the rising sun i send smile's of excitement to start your day . with the midnight moon i send prayers of peace to close your day . with the breeze of the wind i send undying love...........

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