Marvels are born without being sown.
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Marvels are born without being sown.
Proverbio.
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The rain starts As i walk to school I can tell today Will be no fun at all I get to school And my hairs all wet But this stom's Not done yet As i walk to lessons The wind starts blowing My hair...
you and me it's pulling me down tearing me down piece by piece and you can't see that it's like a disease killing me now it's so hard to breathe.
Make me a colour . His majesty said . A mix of greens, . Purples and reds . Put in some sparkle . And pinches of truth . Add a dollop of wonder . And the innocence of youth . The colour I made him .
Arrival of the dawn delights Singing an aubade softer than the mist; Afloat is slow silence - healing bliss Of cyan harbor that embraced the night.
Our love is strong Our love is bright Our love is everthing you can't buy I hope that our love will never die.
gone gone your eyes gone their stars no depth I spy turned away you are you broke my spell my curse lifts your love gone Copyright 2013 David Anthony.
Why is money called dough. Because we all knead it..
Roses are red, My name is dave, This poem makes no since, Microwave.
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