#cork - Hello Poetry

There once was a woman from Cork Who visited was by a stork Who brought her a boy, A blue bundle of joy, Who grew up and became a huge dork.

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Mar 15, 2025

Mar 15, 2025 at 3:03 PM UTC

MetaVerse

Baby Boy

There once was a woman from Cork Who visited was by a stork Who brought her a boy, A blue bundle of joy, Who grew up and became a huge dork.

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There once was a farmer from Cork Who fell on a frumious fork: It punctured the *** Where he kept his bad gas Made mostly from cabbage and pork.

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Feb 24, 2025

Feb 24, 2025 at 12:26 PM UTC

MetaVerse

Deflated

There once was a farmer from Cork Who fell on a frumious fork: It punctured the *** Where he kept his bad gas Made mostly from cabbage and pork.

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#* The old dusty path Weather beaten roads Lead to the farm With an old barn The sun shines with a light afternoon breeze Orange cosmos flowers, grow wild in the green hills Silvery white, slender fragrant flowers, bloom on the Indian cork trees The full moon glows through the night On the old dusty path* 🌿🌿

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Oct 31, 2020

Oct 31, 2020 at 2:55 PM UTC

sarita-aditya-verma

Old dusty path

#* The old dusty path Weather beaten roads Lead to the farm With an old barn The sun shines with a light afternoon breeze Orange cosmos flowers, grow wild in the green hills Silvery white, slender fragrant flowers, bloom on the Indian cork trees The full moon glows through the night On the old dusty path* 🌿🌿

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My fury would wash you down and away. Tumbled red and broken dry, Til you’ve been laid out flat And pinned to cork. No better than a butterfly. All mine to display.

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Apr 20, 2018

Apr 20, 2018 at 1:03 AM UTC

SilverLaughter

Fury

My fury would wash you down and away. Tumbled red and broken dry, Til you’ve been laid out flat And pinned to cork. No better than a butterfly. All mine to display.

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