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#carrot
cityscapes and heartbreaks 808s and carrot cakes my life took a turn, a left you tried to make me burn but I left you at the alter, my destiny I cannot falter I let me get softer, left the slaughter watercolour paints and growing pains deep introspection and soaking rains get to the root of the issue, the root of the pain elevate, activate popping off like champagne
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Feb 3, 2022
Feb 3, 2022 at 10:14 AM UTC
watercolour paints
Like a carrot When growing It may not look like much But underneath the dirt You are growing Just believe in yourself Alive
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Sep 2, 2020
Sep 2, 2020 at 7:12 PM UTC
Carrot
Erin by Michael R. Burch All that’s left of Ireland is her hair— bright carrot—and her milkmaid-pallid skin, her brilliant air of cavalier despair, her train of children—some conceived in sin, the others to avoid it. For nowhere is evidence of thought. Devout, pale, thin, gay, nonchalant, all radiance. So fair! How can men look upon her and not spin like wobbly buoys churned by her skirt’s brisk air? They buy. They ***** to pat her nyloned shin, to share her elevated, pale Despair ... to find at last two spirits ease no one’s. All that’s left of Ireland is the Care, her impish grin, green eyes like leprechauns’. Keywords/Tags: sonnet, Ireland, Erin, hair, red, carrot, skin, pale, pallid, fair, devout, children, sin, adultery, gay, skirt, skirts, men, lust, desire, passion, arousal, radiance, nylon, nylons, tights, stockings, pantyhose, beer, ale, alcohol, ***** spirits, drink, drinking, pub, bar, club, care, worry, anxiety, grin, smile, green eyes, leprechauns
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Mar 7, 2020
Mar 7, 2020 at 4:37 AM UTC
Erin
╰⊰✿´ℒ♡ⓥℯ'✿⊱╮ Dark and spiced flavours warmed by brown sugar, nutmeg, grated carrots, ginger, cloves Vanilla cream cheese, candied orange zest, pecan nuts Moist! ╰⊰✿⊱╮
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Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 1:23 PM UTC
╰⊰✿ ́Carrot Cake'✿⊱╮
Pitter-patter; pelting peaking the poignant hearing of a peering, personable person. Awakened she walks; waiting for water to weaken against the small windows, withering away. Flourishing souls; stemming from spring came spitting droplets, refreshing flora. Drab days; dead development dawdled by dreary dates - winter is gone. Joyful cheers! Carrot's stones cherished close for colder days. Winter disappears for departure. Spring reappears for resurgence.
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Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 2:28 AM UTC
Farmer's best sign of luck
Carrot and coriander, why are you so pally? With your 'c' sounding names and you both being edible, Well I've got news for you boys, I think you're absolutely terrible. Carrot and coriander, why are you so pally? Just because you both like soup and a little bit of season, It doesn't mean you should be so close, it's not a good enough reason. Carrot and coriander, why are you so pally? You hang around in cardboard cartons, talking trash about other ingredients, Well its just not acceptable boys, and I'm really not feelin' it. Carrot and coriander, why are you so pally? People think you're great, with your complementary flavours, Well I'm sorry boys, think you're tasty? Do me a 'kin favour.
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Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 5:41 AM UTC
Carrot and coriander (in Welsh miner)
Tomorrow should be getting closer. But is it? I must answer no, sir. Whatever speed we walk or run We’re no closer than when we’d first begun. Like the carrot dangled in front of the *** (I apologize if this sounds crass - I refer to the animal here of course A second cousin to the horse) We chase the carrot till our days are through, And then we die. I am afraid it’s true - Without getting the carrot, ain’t that a ***** We might die poor or we might die rich, But our tomorrow’s the same no matter what we do, So I offer up this thought to you– Let’s stop and share glass of Claret And let other ***** chase the carrot.
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Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 12:15 AM UTC
Time is a carrot
satisfying, slightly sweet an orange spindle shape something enjoyable to eat   very good for your health crunchy in every bite yet full of robust wealth to improve your eyesight with a hard and rough texture it's green bloomed leafy top helps balance out its flavor such a great nutrient to savor diced, grated, wild or raw shredded even sliced when fresh in any cookbook there are so may ways to prepare this delicious and enjoyable golden orange vegetable
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Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 5:09 AM UTC
Carrot
You'll often see them running and chasing across the plains, a rabbit skipping and laughing at an eagle, in great pains. But why's the eagle running, surely he can fly? Sadly he’s afraid of heights and frightened he may die. An eagle that can't fly, well surely that's not right, it's just like having an owl who won't come out at night. But then one day the rabbit stopped and said, “I've had enough”, he waited for the eagle who by now was out of puff. “Why can you not fly my friend, there must be a better way, all this running so doing you in, especially twice a day”. “I will not fly and I'll tell you why”, the eagle had stopped for a rest, “I have a horrible fear of heights, since I fell from my mother’s nest”. “It’s ok for you just sitting there, chewing on your carrot but just you try catching a pigeon or a parrot!” “Well why don't you just change your food; try veggies for a while?” The eagle replied, “Are you serious?” and couldn't help but smile. “It’s not as daft as you may think; it's clever, if I may say, it'll save you all the running around, veggies can't run away!” The eagle thought and with a grin ran off as fast as fast as he could. “Where are you going?” the rabbit called. “I’m off to find some spuds!” Written by Darren Scanlon, 4th January 2014. Revised 18th July 2015. © 2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 9:05 AM UTC
THE BALLAD OF THE FRIGHTENED EAGLE
Tell me one more time. One more time we could get off this, high rise And you could lie, To me, once more. Just a bunch of kids falling off, This mountain side. Did the tide brings us in? I take pride in my ability, To manage chaos with reality. We can never forget chaos, If we expect, to ever Secure an independent reality. To die, to resurrect Once more, tonight? Let's get off this high rise. And lie, Lie to me, Once more.
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Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC
High Rise
Please never do that Now I'm getting quite nervous Your bites aggressive
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC
Eye contact