Winches Poems - Poems about Winches

...I will never say goodbye, Even though, this world is so bad. I will never dispise your condition, Not even in the next generation. I can't have a mother other than you, Even the Universe is re......

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...I will never say goodbye, Even though, this world is so bad. I will never dispise your condition, Not even in the next generation. I can't have a mother other than you, Even the Universe is re......

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...I’m not a great fan of metric A system of which I am sceptic To the young it’s ethereal But I learned imperial And so I still speak it... Today I went down to the hardware store I’d better......

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...the old swab barnacle bill swilled all the grog at his will chases the young winches and never once flinches knows pirate love is a thrill Pirate Themed Limerick Poetry Contest Sponsored by: ......

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...The Castle On White Otter Lake That rustic, old log castle Stands facing the lake. Built by hand, by one man To acknowledge his presence, In a changing world, he felt He could not part......

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...Odyssey from Africa, Chapter 11 (d) cont... Thus the boarding of the parties Was a speedy operation Very soon the whole flotilla Sailed toward the open ocean This wide bay from which the s......

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..."Ennui Sets In” Whenever pen is placed Between purloined phalanges, When my mind unfolds and tears along the seams, I know it’s time to move my thoughts, Through the underground; That dark cr......

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...A man with a quiet demeanor was cursed with a miniscule wiener. He tried lotions and pills But not one cured his ills. Now he's a silent nail hole cleaner. BY DALE GREGORY COZART Hi......

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...A misted view of a bedroom cloth is really a cloak having a smoke. A range of fathomable feline feminine is felt and smelt. In a blood arch turning twisting. Take take take. Trapping then. Be nil bee......

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...Land Is A Loom I sailed the fiord like inlets between Powell River and Drury Inlet. The land itself spoke from mountains, torents, islet From bird song and bear splashing fishers From rutting mo......

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