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Poetry, by Google Voice - What Do I See.
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Poetry, by Google Voice. Click Here To Call and Read A Poem. Follow us on Twitter @PoetryByGV. What Do I See. As read by Sarah Arkebauer. And as translated by Google Voice. A very little Smale. Yeah, medium size Tracy. Yeah, small band of she. Bye fair orange tree. Y'all baseline so like that. Hey listen to them from here. Hey, you do not have an answer. 1 ⁄ 1. Powered by Tumblr -.
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Poetry, by Google Voice. Click Here To Call and Read A Poem. Follow us on Twitter @PoetryByGV. As read by Phil Sandick. And as translated by Google Voice. What up. Turner has collapsed! I was trying to the long and Suddenly. It started raining and snowing. And he said it was halen. But healing. If you on the head. Hard So we really snowing and. Raining and I was in such a hurry. To meet you, but the traffic. Was exactly like the sky. And suddenly I see a headline. LANA TURNER HAS COLLAPSED! 1 ⁄ 1.
Poetry, by Google Voice - Summer of Christopher Wallace
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Poetry, by Google Voice. Click Here To Call and Read A Poem. Follow us on Twitter @PoetryByGV. Summer of Christopher Wallace. As read to Voicemail Poems. And as translated by Google Voice. I think I think I hadn’t seen. What I want him. Guns in this week. Museum. Little old you. I’m not ready. For the woods—my heart. Of Firefly Heasley installed. On whatever was left. Of the rest of August. So. He can Fulton St. Baker’s reached with the–. Everything looks the same. But it is; everything is. Have an, too,.
Poetry, by Google Voice - First Birthday
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Poetry, by Google Voice. Click Here To Call and Read A Poem. Follow us on Twitter @PoetryByGV. As read by John Carroll. And as translated by Google Voice. You have your one bird, which field you to bring. It’s what’s first to be done on we can,. Often the last that they didn’t:. Linda and I’m fair for you,. This their heart we’re breaking,. SAT the finger at some stray elimination–. Lamp, mare, distant dinner can–. And make your pure sand application,. Things to open for you, you take on site,.
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Poetry, by Google Voice. Click Here To Call and Read A Poem. Follow us on Twitter @PoetryByGV. As read by Thomas Devaney on September 26, 2007. And as translated by Google Voice. This on it. Once right to. “I love you,” well. I am Hi, I’m talking about. Okay The Black Rock ringing. You read email, and eating A. B. L. T. For upfront live without being they charion,. Known, “I cannot create before Easter for issue”). Really, all those times we never check meeting,. So finally we never met – giving up,.
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I am Ginny, and I extend a warm welcome to you. I am delighted that you have come to visit, and I am pleased that I am allowed to share some of my poetry with you. My hope is that these pages contain some things that will appeal to you and bring you some enjoyment. I have listed the titles of my indexes that contain my various poems. Please click on the Index that you would like to visit. I am pleased to announce that two of my poems, " More Whipped Cream. And " I love you Grandma. Who says we can't have.
Poetry by Glen Woods | The heart of a poet molds mystery out of the mundane, striving to explore the complexities of life.
Poetry by Glen Woods. The heart of a poet molds mystery out of the mundane, striving to explore the complexities of life. April 22, 2013. Ancient scribes chiseled administrative detail into hardened clay,. Cuneiform icons born of city-state governance. Hidden in the mud underneath two thousand years. Of nomadic wandering and tribal warfare,. The ancient buffer between aggressors and supplicants. Cries out from antiquity to be remembered. In broken shards of pottery and tablets of clay,. By Glen Alan Woods.
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Welcome to my site, May you Always be blessed. Hopefully you will find. Words to Inspire your Heart and soul,. God is the true poet, I am just his pen. All words are my own, Please do not use, or. Alter my poems without my permission. Read about me below. Here you will find a section, dedicated to my 12 year old son Lane, who is Autistic,. ADHD, and Bi-polar. and his teddy bear Gabby, who is also his best friend. I am writing some short stories based on his view point of their adventures. A Friend To Me.
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God's Eternal Love-Christian Poetry. This book is the unmerited. Love of Jesus Christ, which. Offers a collection of Christian poetry. Positing one's faith as a means by which one might overcome even the most daunting of obstacles. That relates to scriptural interpretation with a series of expressions addressing the subject matter from many different angles. Engages qualities relating to Religious belief, love, social interaction, and the role of the church in our modern day society. We Spread The Word.
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Poetry, by Google Voice. Click Here To Call and Read A Poem. Follow us on Twitter @PoetryByGV. Summer of Christopher Wallace. As read to Voicemail Poems. And as translated by Google Voice. I think I think I hadn’t seen. What I want him. Guns in this week. Museum. Little old you. I’m not ready. For the woods—my heart. Of Firefly Heasley installed. On whatever was left. Of the rest of August. So. He can Fulton St. Baker’s reached with the–. Everything looks the same. But it is; everything is. Have an, too,.
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Poetry by Hasen | My collection of poems
My collection of poems. In The Works (Private). Dream of Rowboat And A Shark. April 14, 2018. Your dream, you vividly remember. A rowboat upon the choppy waves. Trying to out pace shark lurking;. Swimming around the rowboat. Does it mean bad things ahead. Maybe failing to reach the other end. Being swallowed by larger enemies. Or perhaps a death will come. From one you are close too. As they journey to across the other side. Or maybe bad days where here. But good days will row into the future. They shake...
cronechronicler | Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David
Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte. Haiku: Good Morning, Wednesday. Empty coffee cup still warm. Imagine dawn sky dressed in pink-ribboned clouds. Trees green-leaved in summer. Changing colors for autumn. Sobered by stillness of bare-branched winter. Chilling cold and deep silence. Forge wisdom a gift.
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Poetry By Hoai Ho
Poetry By Hoai Ho. Tuesday, February 24, 2015. Blue is the tears of salty water. The sound of crying, sobbing, and squealing in pain. Smells like fresh raindrops. Blue feels like there is no hope or relief. Taste like sour blueberries,. Not yet to be ripened. Blue is the lingering sadness in our hearts,. The starry night of the shining stars. Blue is suffocating, sometime. Japan Tsunami and Earthquake. News exploding, they're calling. Run away from shore, fly away from Tokyo. Oh, what to do? Markers, cra...
