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J.J Mar 21
What kind of a place is this? Where I hardly can breathe Where I barely live Where beasts inhabit Where few humans are left Where trust has evaporated Where love has disappeared Where strangers surround me Where affection has gone --Zafar Jatoi.
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C.A. Klug Mar 21
Here's a for : I am an author. I just ran out of coffee. Now I'm rather sad. ☕️☕️☕️
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Earp Fiction Addiction Mar 23
I have found my tribe always forever
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Rossa McMahon May 2
“For a plagiarist” - a cease and desist poem by my late father. Someone was passing off one of my grandad’s songs as his own, so he wrote this and recited it to him. The response: “That’s brilliant, can I have three copies?”
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Casual Hookups® Mar 21
Happy 📚 But , , , ... these are what stay alive for.
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The Roslin Institute Mar 21
There once was a chicken named Sam Who appeared half-cock and half-hen! This gynandromorphy Is certainly worthy Of in depth study at Roslin! The determination of sex In chickens, is rather complex! Not just hormonal Nor chromosomal It seems there’s some local effects!
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Jonathan Frakes Mar 21
somehow seems right that Birthday & fall on the same day!!!!
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iSAMIEJr💭 Mar 21
Let's celebrate world in style
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Salt Life Mar 21
Take me to the Ocean where there are things far larger than life 🌊 RT, LIKE & TAG if the Ocean inspires you... You have a chance to win
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Nzambe Mar 21
Happy poetry day ✊🏾 Here is my gift to y’all 💫✊🏾
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SHETHORITY Mar 21
Share your favourite poet in the comments below 📚
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( *¯ ³¯*)♡ Mar 21
mar is talented yet has a brainfart its okay all of her work is astonishing pls support writers thank you stream seesaw
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Veronica Cline Barton Mar 22
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James Meredith Day May 1
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Eddie Dempsey May 3
A drinking song: Wine comes in at the mouth Love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for thruth Before we grow old and die. I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh. - Yeates.
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Pi-ku Poetry Mar 21
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CabraTidyTown Mar 21
A pocket of D7 called Cabra Oft better known now as Fabra From Broombridge to Hanlon's Bogies to Cross Guns The magic of Cabracadabra!
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Devilline Stone Mar 21
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Manic Sylph Mar 21
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Sam Mar 21
The year's at the spring And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hillside's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn: God's in His heaven— All's right with the world! R. Browning
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