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The Poet Laura Ate Laura was a pleasant girl, Well mannered and refined, Until she met a poet Who said he had not dined And would she care to have him For dinner late next week? She said she would, But could not wait, And stuffed him in her cheek. She hardly bit and barely…
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How Now Purple Cow | The Poet Laura Ate
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The Poet Laura Ate. How Now Purple Cow. June 30, 2013. Middot; by Gerontificator. I’ve never seen a purple cow,. Nor do I care to see one,. But I would like to find out how. Folks think that they might be one. This entry was posted in General Nonsense. The poet laura ate. What to Do With Purple Cows? Just Poe ’em. How Now Purple Cow 2 ». Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new posts via email.
June | 2013 | The Poet Laura Ate
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The Poet Laura Ate. Monthly Archives: June 2013. How Now Purple Cow. June 30, 2013. Middot; by Gerontificator. The poet laura ate. I’ve never seen a purple cow, Nor do I care to see one, But I would like to find out how Folks think that they might be one. What to Do With Purple Cows? Just Poe ’em. June 26, 2013. Middot; by Gerontificator. The poet laura ate. Ah, the cows, cows, cows, cows, Somewhat purple are these cows. What a fantasy the color of their stunning hide endows! It’s Not Even Funny.
What to Do With Purple Cows? Just Poe ’em | The Poet Laura Ate
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The Poet Laura Ate. What to Do With Purple Cows? Just Poe ’em. June 26, 2013. Middot; by Gerontificator. Ah, the cows, cows, cows, cows,. Somewhat purple are these cows. What a fantasy the color of their stunning hide endows! Strangely amethyst their hews,. As each cow her cud she chews,. Oh, the mooing and the chewing of the cows! What a world of grazing beneath the sun ablazing,. So stunning, so amazing, their violet color wows! Yes, the cows, cows, cows, cows,. Oh, the lowing! The poet laura ate.
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The Poet Laura Ate. Monthly Archives: November 2012. November 6, 2012. Middot; by Gerontificator. The poet laura ate. She dances on tippy toe Light in the air, She swirls and twirls With hardly a care, She soars and she leaps And she twice as high jumps And she lands so lightly, Except when she thumps. Then Mommy kisses And rubs all the bumps. November 6, 2012. Middot; by Gerontificator. In Noses I Have Known. The poet laura ate. It’s Not Even Funny. How Now Purple Cow 2. How Now Purple Cow.
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The Poet Laura Ate. Monthly Archives: July 2013. It’s Not Even Funny. July 12, 2013. Middot; by Gerontificator. How Now Purple Cow 2. July 3, 2013. Middot; by Gerontificator. The poet laura ate. I’ve never seen a purple cow. Today I’ll likely see one, So I’ll be sure to ask him how To change myself to be one. It’s Not Even Funny. How Now Purple Cow 2. How Now Purple Cow. What to Do With Purple Cows? Just Poe ’em. Carrot Psychology – NaPoWriMo Day 30. Noses I Have Known. View Full Profile →.
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It’s Amazing God Would Even Bless | Pastor Tim's Poems
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Pastor Tim's Poems. Poet Laureate of Nowhere. Tim White Poet Laureate of Nowhere. It’s Amazing God Would Even Bless. April 14, 2013. A whimsical verse about going to Church for the wrong reason. Sunday morning, Satan was working. It’s amazing God would even bless. Sister Agness and Sister Gertrude. Were wearing the exact same dress. There wasn’t more than hateful glares. Last time, they had to be pulled apart. They regretfully have the exact same taste. For special deals at Wal-Mart. People were crying a...
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Jean M. Hodges – writer, poet, storyteller
Alchemy: A 2016 Writing Portfolio. Jean M. Hodges. Writer, poet, storyteller. I speak for the changelings *. Hi, my name is Jean M. Hodges! I am an urban fantasy writer that loves playing around with magical realism in my writing (this writing is primarily fiction). I believe that words have power, and as a writer, I work hard to bring diverse and interesting characters and worlds to life through my own writing. Welcome, and thank you for viewing my page! I hope we can hear from each other soon.
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Sunday, 2 August 2015. Links to this post. Labels: Brighton Pride 2015. Wednesday, 29 July 2015. The Adoption of Reconciliation? A colleague in her twenties, *Jenny, shares a flat with three female flatmates in a nearby town. Friends since childhood, Jenny is the only one of the four whose parents are still together. As a caring and loving father who has not seen his (similarly aged) daughters for three and a half years now since they decided to reject him. Ultimately, no one should. Allow their lives to...
The Poet Laura Ate | Poetry Extrordinaire!
The Poet Laura Ate. Thanks for visiting The Poet Laura Ate. This silly stuff is the poetry of David George, the Gerontificator. If you enjoy art you may also want to visit my art blog at thegerontificator.wordpress.com. The Poet Laura Ate. Laura was a pleasant girl,. Well mannered and refined,. Until she met a poet. Who said he had not dined. And would she care to have him. For dinner late next week? She said she would,. But could not wait,. And stuffed him in her cheek. She hardly bit and barely chewed,.
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Having established their reputation at the acclaimed Blue Vinny in Puddletown for great food, served in a relaxed and friendly atmosphere, Alex and Nicky Ford have now taken over the Poet Laureate in Poundbury creating exciting menus and providing a warm pub welcome.
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The Poet Lawyer | Learning how to marry art and justice.
Vesuvius – Sufjan Stevens. Babyliss Pro Perfect MiraCurl. On #24 Song of Myself. Szybka pozyczka dla kazdego. On #24 Song of Myself. Learning how to marry art and justice. November 13, 2014. 1 Turn on the element because you want to boil a pot of water. 2 The water is jumping and whistling. Keening and leaking. 3 It is stirring and steaming. Weeping and weaning. 4 It asks you to touch the pot with your bare hands. 5 There seems to be no other choice. 6 The burn is searing and white hot. October 30, 2014.
The Poet Layabout | The collected works of an underrated genius
The collected works of an underrated genius. January 9, 2015. Stephen Kemp (The Poet Tree). In my loneliness I discovered a garden. Rich with olive and cypress trees. I glimpsed an overgrown portal. With stones standing guard either side. Intrigued I brushed aside cobwebs. Peered into the encircling gloom. But was met by the joy of a welcoming light. And a voice that was calling my name. Living a Lie, Lying for Love. December 12, 2014. Stephen Kemp (The Poet Tree). Hiding in the shadows. November 11, 2014.
