Wingtips Poems - Poems about Wingtips

...geese are arriving or going straight lines crisscross the sky a history of contrails in a blue honking yonder under a brightly birthed daylight eyesight cannot settle but dazzles upon fleet......

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...UNAMUSED BY YOUR SCARE TACTIC A HEROIN ADDICT ADDICTED TO FENTANYL PERCHED UP AT THE BIGGEST FENTANYL OPERATION IN CHICAGO SLEEPING IN THE SAME BED WHERE TWO FAMILY MEMBERS DIED FROM THIS FENTANYL O......

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...THE GANGSTER DISCIPLES ARE NO LONGER UNDER MR. LARRY HOOVER THE NEW LEADERS ARE CONTROLLING THE GANGSTER DISCIPLES FROM A LESSER GOD JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY CATRINA BELL MIKISSICK TAYCHEEDAH WOMAN......

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...The probe alerts for federal employees identification machines data including finger printing system use for fraudulent access to aviation government buildings documents and data to allow ......

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...If you’re looking for yuletide cynicism here, you’re shopping in the wrong place. This is New York City’s time of year. It’s stood the test of time and it fairly sparkles, proving that the ordi......

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...Just a girl child, just a woman. After all's said or done - a human running through open mind fields patched with white wheat yield. Seeds sown groan-grown piecemeal pockets among throngs of l......

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...He chose to play the cheater’s hand. The stakes were worth his manhood. He perished in his paddock boots Like Wild Bill did in Deadwood. The edge of the assassin’s blade Was cold and unforgivi......

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...Some way from the Firth of Forth A shoal of glittering mackerel Swirls and sways Swells with the sea from silver to black Flashes white and back to silver and grey A......

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...Mister Tom Turkey says gobble gobble Mrs. Tom Turkey’s head goes wobble wobble Zig-zaging through yards of grass they meet Hen teaching her younglings 'bout how to eat Tom gathers, his tuft ......

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...A chilly mist hung in the air that Sunday morning in April when I pulled up in front of Harpers Grove Community Church. The gravel parking lot was rapidly filling up, and folks, nodding cordially to ......

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...Stepping closer and slowly reaching out The gossamer being vanishes once again The terror within releases a curdling shout And night is upon my blackened soul once more The haunting reality of ......

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...Poetry often starts outside of one's self – on a distant hill or near greenhouse shelf; our-cultivations as the consideration of a grafted rose goes; the meandering, dripping of a stream or nose......

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...Gossamer winged gondolier airships sail on feathered wax-clad wingtips travelling blue transparent skies probing boundaries transfixed on a prize dashing darting greeting parting flirting fl......

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...I have always run with a Phoenix Don’t try and tell me how to fly Smoked passion singed wingtips You never saw the fire in my eyes But you lit a match and watched it burn Every single time......

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...Gossamer winged gondolier airships sail on feathered wax-clad wingtips travelling blue transparent skies probing boundaries transfixed on a prize dashing darting greeting parting flirting fl......

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