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Jelly bellies and Thunder Thighs S.Rogan	Buckled knees and twisted joints and lots of bleeding scabs The summit is reached, the mountain climbed Towers a force of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 01 - part 02 Torquato Tasso	Down fell the Duke, his joints dissolved asunder, Blind with the light, and strucken dead with...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 06 - part 03 Torquato Tasso	Weak were his feeble joints, his courage dead, His heart amazed, his paleness showed his care, His tender side gainst the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Jewels Within Jewels Ian Sawicki	Three joints bend on six legs as I feel air shimmer incorruptible vibrations, antennae tastes sweet scent as...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
John Barleycorn: A Ballad Robert Burns	When he grew wan and pale; His bending joints and drooping head Show'd he bagan to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
*John Malloy (11) +Getting it Together+* Leonard Wilson	Riverside, passing all the seedy shops and beer joints, I was mulling over the pitfalls of blackmailing a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
John Underhill John Greenleaf Whittier	Had found the joints of his spiritual mail; And men took note of his gloomy air, The shame in his eye, the halt in...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Juliet's Soliloquy William Shakespeare	And madly play with my forefathers'...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Knee deep in stars Simon Harris	Lost highways, dive joints and scars Silent tears, shed indifference to Untraveled roads no matter how far Angel...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Laughter's Still the Best Medicine Brian Spivey	It's gone in spots My eyes are weak, my joints are sore Does that mean I'm not...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Le Pêcheur d'écrevisses Maurice Rollinat	J’ sais où qu’a s’ tienn’, les joints d’ rocher, Les renfoncis où j’ dois chercher, Et l’habitud’ rend la main...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Les meules Emile Verhaeren	Et quand ils se sont joints, ils s'étreignent si fort Qu'on dirait deux gerbes de paille Qu'un large poing serre entre...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Lines on A Fly-Leaf John Greenleaf Whittier	That her keen arrows search and try The armor joints of dignity, And, though alone for error meant, Sing through the air...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Malaria bullied me Emmanuel Odoi-Anim	My bones and joints have ferocious shivers; As if it were the coldest ice age...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Marsupial Bill James Brunton Stephens	But little way apart; His elbow joints—Oh, poor avail Of mere descriptive...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
MEMORIES OF YESTERDAYS (for Shar Sabo) Mick Reid	the places there, here or there the joints, and more joints I retrieve these yesterdays anywhere These memories keeps us...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Mental Illness in the Morning Jonathan	Pain surging through joints from elbows to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Mine Ananya Bisht	Too connecting the lose...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
mismatched a's Ky Wang	But I’m growing stronger My aching joints feel warmer Family hurts less than it did five months ago And yesterday I poured the sweet...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Modern Love XVIII: Here Jack and Tom George Meredith	Whence flows one nut-brown stream, commands the joints Of all who caper here at various...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Monday To sunday Nikhil Parekh	The joints in my body ached and groaned; my head...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Mr. Tabby Serenity Taylor	Tabby, his bones are cracking, his joints are snapping, now he's not...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
My Typewriter Robert William Service	To your two fingers yield; With years of use my joints are loose, With wear of flood and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ode On A Distant Prospect Of Eton College Thomas Gray	More hideous than their Queen: This racks the joints, this fires the veins, That every laboring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage:...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ode VI: To William Hall, Esquire: With The Works Of Chaulieu Mark Akenside	Unless perchance what he hath sung Of tortur'd joints and nerves unstrung, Some wrangling heretic should...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)