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Morning Worship Mark Van Doren	roads, gardens, Red berries, and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
My beloved is everywhere Jawahar Gupta	Cause that's the way the game goes, as berries grow in a rainbow A boy is dancing and singing a song of childhood in my neighbor His...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
My window pane is broken Lesbia Harford	Pink berries and blue sky And leaves and sun Are very fair to rest One's eyes...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Mystic Lullabies: Chom Cafe's Rainforest Verse Mawphniang Napoleon	Spy silken spider's webs, or berries follow The warbler calling as it artful roves Through Mystic pathways the imagination...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Not Guilty Ambrose Bierce	Wherein she was crushing the berries red, Pain and surprise in her honest eyes 'It was only one o' those gods,' she...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Numbers Stephanie Shaw	14 and 15 watched the clock ticking, 16, for berries went a picking, 17 rode 18 into a prance, 19 asked 20 to a fine dance, 20 refused and asked...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
October lauren_catherine	Breaths are deeper, just to smell the air of berries an' apples an' spices to share Cider cups clutter and nature sighs slightly As her wilted...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ode On Melancholy John Keats	of Proserpine; Make not your rosary of yew-berries, Nor let the beetle nor the death-moth be Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl A partner in...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ode on Melancholy John Keats	of Proserpine; Make not your rosary of yew-berries, Nor let the beetle nor the death-moth be Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ode To Autumn Lord Alfred Douglas	Thy dark red berries, and the ambergris That paints the lingering leaves, while on the mould, Their dead make...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ode Written On The First Of December Robert Southey	The cluster'd berries claim the eye O'er the bright hollies gay green leaves, The ivy round the leafless oak Clasps...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Oh Nature Abby H.	And the berries that grow are always so...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
OMNIVORES Phil Roberts	Looking for nuts and berries to eat, Or failing that some fruit and veggies Or lone humans on which to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
One Heart Nikhil Parekh	succulent berries laden on each area of the gigantic mountain with overwhelmingly astounding joy and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
One Last Choice Kurt Philip Behm	it inside When the berries have been picked, take it inside When the Pope throws a fit, take it...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Orchard Hilda Doolittle	grapes, red-purple, their berries dripping with wine, pomegranates already broken, and shrunken...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Osculations Deprived Jessie Ní Leacaí	Sweetest berries hung rippening on the trees, would they kiss...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Our Canadian Woods In Early Autumn Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon	Or the ash with red berries...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Over the fence Emily Dickinson	Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Past days of gales Philip Larkin	And yet the sun pardons our voices still, And berries in the hedge Through all the nights of rain have come to the full, And death seems like...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Perhaps I Asked Too Large Emily Dickinson	For Earths, grow thick as Berries, in my native town...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Piano Weighing Upon The Skies Glenn Marchand	blues in the satellites, the curse in the berries, the feud in the torment—to have adored like living was...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Picture of Autumn Thomas Chatterton	When juicy pears, and berries of black dye, Do dance in air and call the eyne around; Then, be the even foul, or even...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Pictures of Memory Alice Cary	Where the bright red berries...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Polonius and the Ballad Singers Padraic Colum	As Connemara, where the mountain-ash Shows berries red indeed: they enter now— Our country...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)