Undersold Poems - Poems about Undersold

... No Middle Ground Miracle Man 6/12/2022 Between good and evil, there is no space, only in our minds does this place exist. Here, we try our works before Gods grace, and untruth for h......

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...For god so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. John 3:16 NIV …the great street of the city was of pure gold,......

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...Meditate upon the natural order of things. When you go outside yourself, take the mossy path of consciousness over to the waters edge and drink. Refresh from its wonders and it will give you mor......

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...The season’s donned bright colors bold As autumn winds move leaves to tremble Most stunning burst in all its shades of splendor November smiles amid vast treasure to behold Late scented afterno......

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...https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YzBWSHIyaUs Sing it loud and clear and make it the laude voice I hear bring me home to the hearth of my youth where mom and dad always told the truth sing m......

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...Nuttin boot mieskeit goyim... lives among this nebbish atheist of Jewish ancestry Tongue in cheek Yiddish humor to playfully scold often time sounds like a compliment yours truly, (a run of ......

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...I am a baker in a quaint, small town, for my artisan breads the people come ’round, Tuscan and baguettes by the dozen are sold, but most people come here for my Gender Rolls. I came up with the......

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...I happen to know a flower undersold Its radiance illuminates what little I hold Guiding me but never holding me Beauty undersold Shading me from harmful reality Delicate and pure With shades ......

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...Black diamond, fools gold, overpriced and undersold. Falling vices, rising prices, and all the things that we are told. Percussive concussion, concussive percussion, endless discussion. ......

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...My lips are sewn- for silence is all I've ever known, and all I was ever shown- so to this habit, I too, became prone; a habit that thrives, though I have grown. My desires and goals......

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...The stories I could tell and having told of trials which would led thee upon a well worn path within the skin and to the core the soul through torrid memories of the long lost past. I'd speak of Jos......

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