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Because the moon is not a star...A Poem by AmbikaReach the moon |
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The Grass Is Greener On The Other SideA Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterP..I wrote this poem when I was 16. Optimism isn't going to change a flawed world. |
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In the Gardens of the EarthA Book by ~Sarah~ Idríel The..“Imagine that the world you know, but she has not known, would be dying due mankind’s greed. Would you be willing to do the same sacrifice.. |
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Sedaments of SorrowA Poem by BAn aquamarine forest entwined in greenNothing could be heard through the rainThe sulleness painting cloudy facesOnly for life would visit this placeIn.. |
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Path to FreedomA Poem by MariaI took elements of nature as well as humanity mixed into this poem. |
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..A Poem by angelLove is on the rise sweet sweet love. Scarlet Rose so beautiful full of love and laughter. With thorns that hurt and so many gardens. |
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words about grassA Poem by ruthjust words about grass |
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Blue Grama GrassA Poem by Robert RonnowHow to break an addiction. Decide to live.What can I learn from my pain. Danger.And friends are merely friendly, live on independentof your injury. Yo.. |
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Tree Conservancy in The CityA Story by Stephen J. VattimoA short humorous story about the scarcity of tree in the city. |
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Greener PasturesA Poem by Stacy PurvisNot Just A Poem, A CD, too. Coming #SOON |
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Summers To ComeA Poem by MoominOn Summer's passing |
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The Musical of the ForestA Poem by AllauraRoseJust a fun poem about never giving up. |
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Things To Consider When Choosing A Electric Lawnmo..A Story by steve turnerLet’s take a brief take a look at a number of the choices you’ll be facing as you choose the exceptional electric lawnmower. |
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HopeA Poem by Mrudula RaniA blade of grass grew, between cracks of concrete. Slender, green and soft. Sprouted from a grain. Under the warm sun, waited for the rain.. |
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Castle HillA Poem by suckeronthevinejust trying to feel something |
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summer juiceA Poem by zawjathis summer was hot and produced many descriptive words |
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Thinking Of YouA Poem by breakthebrokenoneI look at the grassand I think of youof how you used tocut the lawn every weekwithout fail.I see the flowersgrowing in the parksand I think of howyou .. |
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