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An object of memory. Heather Lydia Thornhill	Like the withering leaf Of drawings on paper By childhood's release No more such vision in...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
And Still Expect Nikhil Parekh	Could you lethally maim the legs of the withering old man; and still expect him to victoriously transcend past the barriers of the 1000 M;...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Armenian Folk-Song--The Stork Eugene Field	Came snow on mere and wold, Came the withering breath of white robed death, And the once warm earth was...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Aromatic Hair oil Nikhil Parekh	shrinking, shrivelling, withering, the most precious component, of breathing souls, the only solution being, mega sized...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
As Many Stars Mathilde Blind	In autumn, on the withering lea, When wind to thundering wind doth call, And sea calls unto...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
As Much As I Loved Her Nikhil Parekh	the resilience to survive against ludicrously withering whiteness; which I knew was an inevitable decay; at some stage or the other; of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
At Vaucluse Alfred Austin	Save where, but culled to fling away, Posies of withering wildflowers say, ``Here children's feet have...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Atleast Don't Do That Sin Nikhil Parekh	least don't do that sin to your miserably withering and old parents; dear...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Atleast Don't forget Nikhil Parekh	dreadfully tarnished scorpions of frenetically withering communalism;...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
AUNTY MABEL: ENERGY VAMPIRES Phil Roberts	Like the victims of vampires, "With a slow withering illness, "As their blood is...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Autumn Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin	A smile plays upon her withering lips; She cannot sense as yet the gaping maw of death; A crimson glow still flits across her...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Autumn And Winter. Pamelia Sarah Vining	He comes with a withering breath, With a gloomy scowl, With a shriek and a howl, Freezing Nature to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Autumn Rain Marsha Nicole Morgan	autumn rain let the withering wilt and all that is...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Autumn Violets Christina Georgina Rossetti	Their own, and others dropped down withering; For violets suit when home birds build and sing, Not when the outbound bird a passage...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Awaken John D	dreams in our eyes lights atop candles withering with the wind Naive be the children For the child knows no woes For the stories all end...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Bare neck Ade Richardson	for my mothers tit look at my frail withering empty hands A thousand years written on them wind blown hair as I hide away from the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Beautiful Change Made Ugly Ummi-Kulthum Abdulazeez	Our legal tender withering Commodities sky-rocketing Tokunbos, second hands far-reaching ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Becoming Unafraid To Age Lawrence S. Pertillar	Quickening a pace, To face withering...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Believe It Or Not Nikhil Parekh	palms; or whether you viciously stab the withering old man to death; just in order to devour every single iota of his hard earned...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Best Friend Nikhil Parekh	you when you were disastrously penurious and withering towards a gory end; was irrefutably; your only and BEST...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
BLOOMING BEAUTIES Dorin Prabi Bharali	Withering petals in a go, Tormenting beauty pretty...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Book Sixth [Cambridge and the Alps] William Wordsworth	Clothed in the sunshine of the withering fern; Quitted, not loth, the mild magnificence Of calmer lakes and louder streams; and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
But All That Hardly Mattered Nikhil Parekh	Disillusioned were my withering hair; as cold-blooded demons ruthlessly tore on them from everywhere; with the breeze...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
But At Least Don't Nikhil Parekh	every withering soul's dream into a perpetual...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
But I Could Still Love Nikhil Parekh	away worse than a broken leaf at the tiniest draught of gloomy breeze, But I could still win...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)