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Train 11 Leaving Portland Gregory Baranoff	Small communities with proper yards, with property lines defined pop up Part of America’s small towns that I had heard and read...	Rate it (5.00 / 5 votes)
Two-Thirds of My Dad’s Ashes Ronn Huff	A few yards farther you can no longer see the forest from the trees But this close to the edge you begin...	Rate it (5.00 / 3 votes)
Football Robert curran	When you all play like Turks 100 yards of struggle Much blood sweat and tears Win it all and go to the super bowl If you last...	Rate it (5.00 / 2 votes)
DAAAAD !!! Kurt Philip Behm	the left of my motorcycle, and less than thirty yards in front of me, was the biggest silver and black coyote I had even...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Lake Lostbottom Prateet Sarkar	A hundred yards from my door Sits an oakwood bench, bellow the willow...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Spring Berxiton	is walking down the...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Terence, This is Stupid Stuff Alfred Edward Housman	pipes than poetry. Say, for what were hop-yards meant, Or why was Burton built on Trent? Oh many a peer of England brews Livelier liquor than...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
The Idiot Boy William Wordsworth	That till full fifty yards were gone, He quite forgot his holly whip, And all his skill in horsemanship: ...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
"concrete landscapes" a poem in free verse Steven Louis Chapman	past the black iron ornaments that sit in small yards of cattle...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
'Got-a-Fag' Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	Built of twisted wire and iron, and a dozen yards of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Boston Ballad, 1854 Walt Whitman	the dead out of the earth! The old grave-yards of the hills have hurried to see! Phantoms! phantoms countless by flank and rear! Cock'd...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Captain Of The Press-Gang. Bliss Carman (William)	We will clear before the day; On the shining yards of heaven See a wider dawn...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Death in the Bush Henry Kendall	stood, the centre of a clearing, hemmed By hurdle-yards, and ancients of the blacks; These moped about their lazy fires, and sang Wild ditties of the old...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Dilettante Augusta Davies Webster	some few yards of blueness and of clouds may stretch above, making immensity; when, lost out of our petty...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A great week-end Alan Parry-Booth	But t’was only about a hundred yards We got there in a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Providential Escape James McIntyre	a covered raceway, upwards of one hundred yards, the whole distance being either covered over with roadway, buildings or...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Shade of Blue Juan Nieves	Muffling a forlorn shadow The whole 9 yards In 8 corners Blemishing the whirling specter A shadow now left checked And clemency...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Short Story from Comic Con (SFO) Harsha Hall	As they aim at me their jealous thousand yards stares Stupefied suspecting what we have in common to share As you turn heads when you...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight Vachel Lindsay	Or by his homestead, or in shadowed yards He lingers where his children used to play, Or through the market, on the well-worn stones...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Address to the Devil Robert Burns	52 Wi' wicked speed; 53 And in kirk-yards renew their leagues, 54 Owre howket...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Address ToThe Devil Robert Burns	an' dizzy crags Wi' wicked speed; And in kirk-yards renew their leagues, Owre howket dead. Thence, countra wives wi' toil an' pain May plunge an'...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Adieu to Belshanny William Allingham	Six hundred yards in air aloft, six hundred in the deep, From Dooran to the Fairy Bridge, and round by...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Aforetime Thomas Sturge Moore	Leaves hardly ten yards anywhere uncrossed; Tempest spreads all revirginate like snow, Half burying dead wood snapped...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ah! Yet Consider it Again! Arthur Hugh Clough	a space Of some few yards before his face; Does that the whole wide plan...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Assassin Francis William Lauderdale Adams	Not five yards further and lit all the face Of him whose sweetheart walked the Dublin streets For lust of him...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)