Wyle Poems - Poems about Wyle

...yet my wyle is thribbly gratisant I do befloo from time to time skootching boofully in a dank place but poetry flampunctuates and allows me to exshall o to skwill and skwurl, aye and that ......

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...Anybody feel like singing? :) It’s the most poetic time, of the year where the writers are writing, the blog pages fighting and comments of cheer It’s the most poetic time, of the year ......

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...In the midst of midnight croon, twilight approving stars swoon at the waning crescent moon. A wee child climbs the ladder of hope, courage, and dreams that matter. A w......

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...From now on a breath, filled with gilded flowers; radiant and lovely rose scented bowers. A vision, crimson wave full of laughter race approaching manor shore in its beauties grace. Yesterd......

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..."Why are you looking so shocked, Mr. Wyle?" he asked. The taxi was moving at 120 miles an hour. Mr. Wyle's window was open. His mustache was wavy-dancing in the wind, as he held his chest. His w......

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