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Archimedes Jesse Fron	Were the fates to love Would maiden hold Loft your bonzéd hair Or mother gaze at Roots and watered iris fair In longing passion Whence...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Ascent Lynda Marie cardone	Creating a lovers...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
At the River's End Eileen Jones	they loft up on newfound legs to grassy banks, innocuously becoming prey for hungry avian...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Fern Hill Dylan Thomas	Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand, In the moon that is always rising, Nor that riding to sleep ...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Introspeculation Divya Hirani	He retires to his loft With the knowledge that in his lifetimes cohort His personal battles are outweighed by the...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Knee-Deep in June James Whitcomb Riley	As the kivvers on the bed Mother fixes in the loft Allus, when they's...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
withdrawn chris falvey	And bow to those who inherit a graveyard loft Ain’t no reason good enough anymore And we pull our jackets just alittle tighter It’s...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Feeling the Heat Susanna Elliott-Newth	weeping willow's sweeping...	Rate it (4.00 / 2 votes)
A Brave Refrain James Whitcomb Riley	broom-handle jabs the ceil 'Neath the kitchen-loft, and the drowsy brain Sniffs the breath of the morning meal-- O then is the time for a brave...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A New Year's Time At Willards's James Whitcomb Riley	An' went up in the loft an' dressed-- An' through it all you'd never guessed What she was up...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Rich Man's Reverie. Marietta Holley	at nightfall after the cows, Exploring the barn-loft, fording the brooks, Ending, in school-time, puzzled brows Over the same small lesson books; Who...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Song Michael Earls	Cellar and loft shall glory, Table and hearth shall praise, Hearing October's story Of June and the merry...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Sweet Dream. Teresa Whitney	Inviting you to join me, Here upon my...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Tale Of Starvation Amy Lowell	In the loft his wheat-bags were nibbled into holes By little, glutton mice on a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Tale Of The Airly Days James Whitcomb Riley	Tell of the old log house,--about The loft, and the puncheon flore-- The old fi-er-place, with the crane swung out, And the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Archimedes Jesse Fron	Were the fates to love Would maiden hold Loft your bonzéd hair Or mother gaze at Roots and watered iris fair In longing passion Whence...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Blades Padraic Colum	And talked of a bird in the cocker's loft; And of liming linnets beside the croft The boys told between pitch and toss; And the women...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Book I. Epistle VII. Alexander Pope	A weasel once made shift to slink In at a corn-loft through a chink; But having amply stuff'd his skin, Could not get out as he got in: Which one...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Daily Living Edward G. Smart	Needs a little better loft Living like a prayer Only if you dare By as a bee In the isle with the seven seas ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Dark Gothic Heart, A Valiant Knight & The inner harmony tuned to its hidden beasts menagerie Mario William Vitale	hobbits had a high loft dwelling amidst the struggle a radiant light pulsated through the dragons teeth under the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Division apple_one	the bleached clouds; between the loft buildings/...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Drift Wood Kevin Girard	To the heights of a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Farewell Song for Migrating Cranes Muhammad Nasrullah Khan	if you come back, bring it with you, to loft again, forever...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Fault-line Bryan Mahata (aka Virgil Blind)	there's sin and smiting A fatal loft racing through the Attacama, wastelands with brown dunes that dye stainless marrow,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Greater Love Wilfred Owen	Though even as wind murmuring through raftered loft,- Your dear voice is not dear, Gentle, and evening clear, As theirs whom none now hear, ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)