Twiddled Poems - Poems about Twiddled

...When I was young, I liked to play With other kids on my block. To backyards, front yards, everywhere, For fun, we would all flock. Every sport and game we played, When one kid on a losing stre......

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...The pen in my hand, The ink in my pen, Sought out the page; For a place to begin. With time ticking by, The frustration set in. I took a deep breath, Counting backwards from ten. When tha......

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...This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES... VERSE 1: All claim they revering Almighty GOD, Same time hailing graven images as their lord. Plainly they see it no wrong; The inappropriate way of procuring m......

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...Lavender smell of Long Beach once more eclectic vibes suffused the air sheer curtains twiddled by Gulf breeze Big sky, green of pines nostalgia rained supremely pure irises seventy years stron......

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...I fold the moonlight into soiled papers reminding myself of torn dreams which refused to glide, of hearts that crossed different paths with such throbbing intrusion and regret. And like......

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...Boardroom Wars and Bar Room Fights He twiddled with his fingers and looked up at me curiously I am not going to sign on the dotted line he said I have worked very hard for this position I would ......

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... only one once meet me theirs twice twiddled thumbs dunmp'ling'ed rice homily fun wants hunts only one once ?......

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...Our first TV, a Mullard, maybe Murphy, black and white five minutes for it to warm up, and it smelt of Bakelite, the back was made of hardboard punched with rows of tiny slots which cast a reddish......

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...A certain poet said she was thrilled, sitting down Viewing world of us, mounting PS's platform yes, she was ecstatic, maneuvering keys On borrowed time and gadget, she wouldn't leave A day o......

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...Needled and Twiddled Have anyone to death you apparently needled? Until thumbs were worn after being twiddled. Wow. Jim Horn......

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...Intro: To be a writer such as he, there are none His work outlasts the best, I’m sure… …~William Shakespeare, Hamlet, 1601- “to hold, as t’ were, the mirror up to nature…” ......

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...I was feeling just fine, or so I reckoned. As I climbed the spiral staircase to where, I just don't know I do know that it felt so great. As I considered my lofty climbing rate. The steps see......

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