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The Knock On The Door Neil McLeod	The endless rounds of inspections Are really quite hard to endure, As is saying farewell to your loved ones...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Ladder Of St. Augustine. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	Our pleasures and our discontents, Are rounds by which we may...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Lady With The Lamp Courtney Wilson	The Lady With The Lamp makes her rounds, her rag of a dress glides, her feet make comforting sounds, she brings to them water and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Land Rudyard Kipling	to his Bailiff as they rode their dripping rounds: "Hob, what about that River-bit--the Brook's got up no...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Lover To His Lass Duncan Campbell Scott	In rounds of cheering labour till the orchard floor was...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Mantle Of St. John De Matha. A Legend Of John Greenleaf Whittier	cycle rounds again, The new is as the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Master And The Leaves Thomas Hardy	The twitterer and the hummer Here rest their rounds between, While like a 'long-roll' drummer The night-hawk thrills the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Monster Sean Tezla	more then ever as if I've swallowed countless rounds of ammunition Still afraid inside I sit in midst of reminition Finding myself distant...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
THE NEXT 15 Rounds mad hippie poet	Make some noise and give them hell and fight 15 rounds and 15 more until its them laying on...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
THE NIGHT VISITOR Phil Roberts	As an evil visitor does lurk As he does his evil...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Nuptials Of Attila George Meredith	While the chiefs with roaring rounds Tossed her to her lord, and sang Praise of him whose hand was large, Cheers for beauty brought...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Stone Cross William Butler Yeats	Not knowing what unearthly stuff Rounds a mighty...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Picnic XXXN XXXXXXS	Before I let them out for their nightly rounds – why the worried...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Poet Elaine C. George	As black ink drips down from the lip that rounds the pewter well While a raven watches from his perch on the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Poet's Song Archibald Lampman	Within the palace court the rounds Of glare and shadow, day and night, Went ever with the same dull sounds, The same dull...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The River And The Road Roderic Quinn	And here he rounds a boulder And hurries to her side: The River turns her shoulder; She will not be his...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Shame of Going Back Henry Lawson	But when fortune rounds upon you and the rain is on the track, You will learn the bitter meaning of the shame of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Shut-Eye Sentry Rudyard Kipling	" So it was...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Silent Muse Alfred Austin	To be a passive part of all That rounds Heaven's universal plan, Of things that soar, of things that crawl, Of mindless matter, as of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Slowest Route To Victory Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker	of the war gunfire sound of heavy artillery rounds still echoing in our bird...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Southern Scourge Julia A Moore	Each day they must endure, As in the daily rounds they went Among the afflicted...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The speed of dark Hubbs	to it that the 'Night' stars Unconscious to surrounds… Diaphanous minds opt to see the glimmering parts Oblivious to any astronomical offerings to be...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
THE SPEED OF DARK (2) Hubbs	to it that the 'Night' stars Unconscious to surrounds… Diaphanous minds opt to see the glimmering parts Oblivious to any astronomical offerings to be...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
THE SPIRIT STRIKES BACK Barry Green Jr	You must be joking 66 rounds and my Bible be smokin' By His Spirit I'm a lyrical animal In His Name I'm a spiritual...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Stock Exchange at the End of the Universe Vincent St. Clare	Now, the bounced checks make rounds in Judecca, I’m shaking my head to thaw My fist; down here spare time has me looking up ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)