Toolshed Poems - Poems about Toolshed

...Sycophants, thy future. On what does it depend? Gold upon the ground, be pure! River, yield thy bend! Tormented, ye prophets? Pleiades, rescue me! Toolshed, art thou Tophet's? Fly, O fancy-f......

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...There’s Nothing To It I found a piece of nothing in my back yard yesterday. I’d planned to mow the lawn so tried to move the piece away. I thought to get behind it, backing off and sneaking roun......

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..." ... full blast ...." 357 is a great tale to tell... Tesla saw the steps so invented his call And then in the silence of Olympian ground "...I heard you rang?..." Said d;Meter to them ......

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...Some thought her a clinging troll, others the saccharine offering of a dark love. The mother loomed over his life, swaddled his senses. Each day, the boy stumbled further from that womb. H......

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...Some saw a clinging troll, others the saccharine flesh of a dark love. The mother loomed over his brow, swaddled his senses. Each day, the boy stumbled further from that too loving embrace. ......

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...I met her in grade 7 She was a bowl of sunshine, with anxiety and hope mixed in. A desert, where things thrive in situations that most can't. She made me feel like the sun was something she ......

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