Thrips Poems - Poems about Thrips

...YON YELLOW Yellow Yellow Yellow river: fever : arch seen China's ......

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...Working with trainer Pauhura Muruh He developed the "Stirru Pomb" and the "Thrips Massa" and "Bassa Moto's Booby trap" He'll make chicken wing , bending Both knees with his shinlach. A waistlac......

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...Crisp end of winter morning, my shovel digs the soil, turning over weeds and worms, and watch them twist and coil … hoe the dirt once more again, until a soft and silky bed, then plant seeds, w......

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...This year we survived hardships, But we had no accident during trips, There were no cases of locust thrips, A sign that God protected our crops, You are a living thing and not a corpse. That's a......

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...Sheep next door to 19 chimneys and 'the dark satanic mills' a flock of sheep is grazing oblivious in the hills. Other Animals goblin sharks and pangolins sea pigs, star......

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...The Fast Stranger At Barker's Cake and Pastries Shop- A Narrative Poem One day at a cake shop, I met a man selling cats, For money he wanted to swap, But I really wanted some diplomats. "G......

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...Toast and marmalade for tea Sailing ships upon the sea." -Tin Tin, 1971 Goats and marmosets for tea Snails and thrips and angry bees You're more beautiful than me With your tea serve......

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...A post from the past.....just trying to put down all the ones I have written but deleted when I left the site for a while......this is almost too long, but I couldn't find which animal or insect to e......

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...Sun and traffic - day economy. Six a.m. drive to plywood mill. Too tired to be angry. Each day a step toward death. What is being accomplished? The small satisfactions within each day. Book cons......

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...Awakened dreams, nightmarish quips Jaundiced tear drops, blooded thrips Winter's sloe, wrathful mourn Howled wails, petalled thorn Fingers touch, perusing caress Sullen smile, blackened finesse......

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...And in the morn creamy coffee Sip, needing from my shoulders Mountain to lift, where go_what do? Now that our love bitters Much like coffee that has grown cold Tasteless, stale wanting to bale Reme......

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.... There once was a garden in Thomaston But all the hidden flaws show now in sun Bombarded by winter cold Delicate Easter dress bold Became frozen, tattered, falling undone Now that ......

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