Tost Poems - Poems about Tost

...24 June 2024 9:54 Am What good is a written word if no one reads it? What good is a spoken word if no one hears it? What good is either if no one understands it? How tight and dark the priso......

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...AITS NEAR COMES EVERY YEAR so as you go light mabe low some will wear look like a gost to you they might tost so there's no tear have some fears you might wept that night do it right WATCH Y......

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...The New Colossus-2 Not like that loser green chick with the lamp, Our New Colossus has his own gold door, Behind it he tweets out his grand revamp: Abjuring that which made it great before, He......

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... “Éagmais croí a dhíscaoileadh ar gach eagla. Faoi dhíon taobh istigh de na blianta seo. Fanacht i bhfianaise, a dhíscaoileadh ar gach eagla. Ós rud é go ndearnadh tú a chaitheamh.......

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...I stare silently at her overwhelming size, Sweet Lady Liberty her stern beautiful fierce eyes, I yearn for the American Dream, I must remain humble, For things are never what they seem How could......

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...Well, let it pass, it was only a dream And dreams are made to melt in air It cheered me with a passing gleam And are realities bound more to fail Or do they foretell a steadier beam To gild our ......

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...they crossed a wide savannah and found the water’s edge lashed wood with vine to find that laid beyond the horizon - that is what they wanted they shored upon novel rock came across new forage and......

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...they crossed a wide savannah and found the water’s edge lashed wood with vine to find that laid beyond the horizon - that is what they wanted they shored upon novel rock came across new forage and......

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...The Lady of Liberty looks me in the eye. I am tempest-tost, and welcome reliant. I pass at her feet, yet gaze at torch high: Soon to be standing on the shoulders of giants.......

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...Why do we think… me, me, and me? Why can’t we even try to see? Don’t we know it’s all about we? First we should tend the sick and dying. Then we need feed the starving and poor. It’s really not ......

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...A thousand times I've made myself Into an interprative lie A thousand times, a million words That never will quite die But in the truth, so continent Is nothing that cannot be bent Within these......

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