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Calling My Name Kurt Philip Behm	The jungle gym sits dormant a mass of rusted links One ring missing ladder gone the rope swing short and kinked The...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Can There exist Nikhil Parekh	there exist mountain rivers without mass of water tumbling down at...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Canary yellow Heather Lydia Thornhill	carriages to be taken to your first midnight...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Canopy’s of Emotion and Consecrations of Reality Elizabeth Moroz	Or deliberate on what we venerate to reduce the mass confusion While we consummate the virtues we rate that break through the universal delusion ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Casting Of Shadows John Jessup Kennan	Eyes like candles at Midnight Mass You can't see the forest for the fire "Only when there's blood," she...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Cathedral in the Thrashing Rain KotaroTakamura	with the weight of eight centuries, a mass of millions of stones piled and carved by believers of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Celebrate Good Fortune Wallace Dean LaBenne	There's no call for envy It's for the mass as well Applaud greater insight, however it must shine There's no call for envy It's for the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ceremony of life Heather Lydia Thornhill	Enthralled in mass company Giant crowds gather around me My...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Change Your Mind (Cognitive Behavior Therapy) Wallace Dean LaBenne	"...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage - Canto The First. George Gordon Byron	Yet strength was pillared in each massy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage - Canto The Third. George Gordon Byron	In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe, And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Childhood Nightmares Childhood Nightmares	Close your eyes and follow me into a place of mass destruction Into a place where innocent kids die because bullets outside just blast...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Christmas Sir Walter Scott	On Christmas-eve the mass was sung; That only night in all the year Saw the stoled priest the chalice...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Cinderella. Clara Doty Bates	With eyes as blue as larkspurs, And a mass of tossing curls; But her step-mother had for her Only blows and bitter words, ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Cityscape Barbara Cadogan	By day, a mass of geometric shapes Whose grey buildings clutter up the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Cityscape Serenade Diya Yadav	Reflecting the dreams of millions, in a transient...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Clerk Saunders Anonymous Americas	Whan bells war rung, an mass was sung, A wat a' man to bed were...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Cleve Woods Mathilde Blind	From out the secret covert's tangled mass, The fisher-bird starts from the rustling grass, A jewelled shuttle shot along the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Climbers Stephen Colley	Save those few peaks that rise above The mass and, unconsenting, are slowly Leveled by universal...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Cloudburst Of rain Nikhil Parekh	mass was ice-cream soft, with wet patches of water, the sky was crystal clean, divested of ugly...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Coeur De Lion At The Bier Of His Father Felicia Dorothea Hemans	Sang mass for the parted soul; And solemn were the strains they pour'd Through the stillness of the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Collection of passages translated in the prose writings. John Milton	Into a goodly valley, where he sees A mighty mass of things strangely confus'd Things that on earth were lost or were...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Colourful Tears in Cold Chambers Ofuonyebi 'Dinobi	-though not on a platter of golden mass -but on hard roll of the bidding...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Come Aboard Román Ortega-Cowan	Heed now the spirits who chant a high mass while creatures of nature in voices of brass admire my banner, atop death's high...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Come Sirrah Jack Ho Thomas Weelkes	Is perfect Trinidad-o; By the very very Mass, never never was better gear than is here, by the rood, for the blood, it is very very good,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)