Sturdy Poems - Poems about Sturdy

Oh, my dear oval faced owl, Your...

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she tasted of honey, dew Her worth is more than gold bricks her essence smells of lavender and merit fond railings ever pleasant dreams...

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The people gets stronger By standing together....

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Oh to the whoa, Honey, today I saw a trio of funny! Mercy be, I saw three furry cats that all wore hats; one was skinny and curvy, two chunky, but sturdy. Curvy was all a-curtsy in a flat, wacked, black hat that on top popped a nervy, lopped off, black bat. One of the chunky cats was pure funky...

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When the rising tides of the storms of life assail, My hope abides fastened secure to the Rock. When the chilly waters cause my strength to fail, My heavy anchor and God’s eternal love interlock. When the blasts of fear come near my soul, And the tempest my confidence can defy; My anchor in the daring straits securely hold, And firmly embraced...

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Sturdy cowboys evolved as heroes, Well built, stout featured, Wooden attire Arched hats, spiky shoes, Tough looks as is life ! Farmhouse mornings, Saddle the stallion, Solid hoofs sound, Get into the saddle For a day's ride, Horse around or about ! Leading the herd Get on high horse, Appear out of woods Clouds of dust follow, Awaken devils Legendary heroes ! Written on 2/5/14 Sponsor- Shadow Hamilton Contest name- Howdy Pard...

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He must be heard, Loud as a bull horn and sure as an ox. He carries the aura of a beach boy, pleasantly tanned skin and corn silk hair, which sweeps just above his warm welcoming chocolaty sweet eyes. Tall and sturdy like a never breaking wall... Ever loud, Ever smart, and Ever strong....

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I loved to stand beneath the spreading oak, Protected by a canopy of leaves. Its branches strong, as were my lover's arms. I'd yet to learn sometimes a look deceives. We'd spread a picnic cover underneath And have a lover's lunch while sitting there. The massive tree protecting from the sun, With love to keep me from all other care. A strong wind...

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The gift of prophecy holds my thoughts to discern the wickedness all around. I am blessed with many gifts in my life that God gave me with obedience. I battled the spirit of fear for a long while and God delivered me from his craftiness. Now when he is near I can feel his little threat and reveal his attacking presence quickly. Words...

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a sturdy robin on my shoulder, kisses me with his brown colour...

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