Underwood Poems - Poems about Underwood

...She asked her daughter to explain fully How she became the target of a female bully “The bully said I have an odd, long face The kids cried, ‘Disgrace, disgrace, disgrace!’” “Oh Mom, please, ......

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...Tragic night in Sixty-Eight. Praise to my mother’s Underwood. Grieving fingers would not abate, creating a thesis for Masterhood, while cities burned with hate. Picture # 2 7/14/2024 ......

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...Plush lips and a pouty face, still I can’t hear a thing you say; Distracted by all the work done in the name of high fashion; Now you look just like a toon, sponged with what’s real covered ......

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...I remember only too well when years ago and once more the clouds of my mind and soul hung way below the horizon pernicious weeds took well to it infested my brain grew roots and shooters obs......

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...He asked many people. And sought the wisdom Of wise people . Because it has the ability To teach and educate He cited cerro gordo as a perfect cite to Build a college. To recreate something t......

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...Reviewing mine writings of yore... (today February nineteenth two thousand and twenty two) helps me to become more adept crafting literary endeavors. Remembrance of past circumstances and/o......

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...I'm having a hard time believing That you could just walk away from me Without having any sort of effect on you No turning back No second guesses No big deal We hadn't seen each other in 20......

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...So many things come to us in life some valuable others not worth much when it's a gift one feels so good making it something you want to clutch God has given the gift of understanding yes even......

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...My ancient Underwood typewriter, dusty, boxy, charmingly obsolete Missing p, x and m - still, imperfectly complete Kept for its craftsmanship and for nostalgic retreat I wrote my novel (unpublis......

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...there was a woodsman that lived in rosewood approached a nymph sleeping in underwood a gambler loved by the bards sat down with a deck of cards with sleight of hands lost his axe, boots and hood ......

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...ODE TO COFFEE Published Hill Rag, Eskimo Pie, Coffee with Underwood Mistress of sacred love Sacred lady of desire You start my day Setting my heart on fire With your dark delicious brew ......

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...Old Times and New I travel in my wandering mind To a different day and time Back to the mid-40's When a cute young secretary was I. Back when dresses marked size 14 Are current day ......

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...Hours after hours of practice Making sounds that are polished pearls Connected by a thin string made up of Accelerando, arpeggios, and articulation O, what wonderful colours you have! Measures ......

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... Thinking out loud, I thought our love was forever, Stay with me darling, and just hold me for all night; I have nothing, just memories to remember, I will always love you, though yo......

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...Another year, another candle Lots of beer, a little scandal Another wrinkle, more stuff learnt More wisdom and more fingers burnt We’re here because we’re here because There’s stuff to come and ......

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