Wry Face Poems - Poems about Wry Face

...Which way does the spell go? Where does her fury go? Wry face and fuming heart Wilted meadow we see Witching hour saddles her Waiting to cast the spell Walking on mystic lanes September ......

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...Dull As A Disease I am sitting in my Dorchester lair, Behind the door I do feel your mien, When my poetic muse is in apt flair You look real as life, my amore mia. When I am surfing on the i......

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...I am sitting in my Dorchester lair, And behind the door I do feel your mien, When my poetic muse is in the air, You look real as life to me, “Amore Mio”. When I am surfing on the inter......

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...I am sitting in my Dorchester lair, Behind the door I feel your mien, When my poetic muse is in the air, You look real as life, amore mia. When I am surfing on the internet, You are there in m......

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...I am sitting in my Dorchester lair, Behind the door I feel your lovely mien, The time my poetic muse is in the air, You look so much real as life, amore mia. When I am surfing on the internet, You a......

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