Yi Poems - Poems about Yi

A song is heard In the dead of night Her tears are shining in the sky so bright Tears of star light Her voice is delicate and drifts on the breeze As a jade flute sounds in the Cold moon palace Her weavings drape the icy halls in colors Warming up the room The smell of herbs and tonic flow...

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courtesy of management in general and particularly Jackie Geiger assistant property agent. One benefit living social at Highland Manor Apartments until decrepit and bent... constitutes qualifying for reimbursement direct deposited into checking as chump change event, hence one generic grateful gent feels self satisfied as Clark Kent. After broken wing and prayer granted courtesy The Flying Tigers at long last located valuable information issued December of each...

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Chalk up the above tummy knocker round motley fool whimsical caprice forever one generic (ewe among us) scapegoat bullied, lambasted, ostracized... simian still silently suffering life threatening wounds since no protective Jason, nor the Golden Fleece shielded me against Tormentors of Torghast even after becoming gratefully dead, struck by lightning bolts well greased they will still increase only difference when nonexistence prevails, versus while given lease as run(t) of...

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Yi feng xìn Dear Motherland, hope meagre moments yet dance throwing taunted thrills to the fostering figs? Dear Motherland, do the sassy streams with flaps on diminuendo and crescendos' rhythm yet maintain the lusty lyric? Dear Motherland, does frolic Kanji dam basked in mushy currents wins the mercies of fame yet? Say nought, dear Motherland, moments are now cleavages of trance dark dribbles suck their nectar puking punctured alakazam Don't freak out,...

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The Sixty-Four Rulers of the Yi Jing When chieftains uncrowned yearn to be enthroned They either give their daughters to princes Or invite other chieftains and have them poisoned Some choose the war-path without hindrances And lose their lives wives their land masses In days of yore we call smirk as dark ages Today’s chieftains also own land masses Stars with stripes pedigree...

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yippi-yi-yo take control be tough cowgirl strap on those six-guns silver spurs and leather cowboy chaps throw on the saddle and ten-gallon cowboy hat mount him slowly and keep it steady there now speed it up pull back hard and ride him rough be tough cowgirl yippi-yi-yo ki-ya...

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