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"brookside" poems

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Song: Dost Thou Idly Ask To HearDost thou idly ask to hear / At what gentle seasons / Nymphs relent, when lovers near

William Cullen Bryant40

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Take it to the future (Acoustic Lyrics with Audio)*The light under the lampshade,* / *needs a sacrifice* / *The night under the skies,*

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First dates and my inability to have a normal first kissWhy does it seem that men are scared of intelligent women. / of course this is a generalization. / She was going to work in the private sector, or maybe in state politics.

@giano-m-hurtado7

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"Brookside" (1.2.24)The last day of the year, and I paid a visit to show my respects / To attempt to humble my flesh / To give my reflection of a failed man

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Seven a.m.Playful Fawns in early Aprilis garb / Foraging the Sepia brown patchwork detritus , / the clap of brookside along the foggy divide ..

@randolph-l-wilson8

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Bound BookIt's a funny thing, it is, really for two / To live in so much misery, in love / We know each other in our minds

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tricklingamidst the summer sweltering giving / like a river flowing down the mountain / which has clear flowing brookside fragrance

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The Summer Alcove ...To the scientist a scheme .. / For the poet a dream .. / To riparian Eagle the treetops o'er quiet 'brookside' ..

@randolph-l-wilson6

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common/wealthI still think in-sync with the ceremonial intro. / Even though its reduced to unclaimed brick, / I visit naughty corridors and assembly halls

@LewisWynDavies59

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The Rains Epilogue ...*The east appeared with gleam , sweetish and balm / Convective , white light did shine upon the fallows / Hayfields became lambswool , brown thrashers sang of rainbows , of life principle bestowed resurgent , appeased , arable piedmont cropland , genuflect before the bluest of blue , before the mother of cloudburst , upon the gray toned and the disturbed , the humbled stricken tenders of the lowland barrow within the earshot of crackling cane , across the froth of over washed brookside , oak liquor tipping the surface of pooled hollows , wire grass laid to rest among yearling pine and sycamore*

@randolph-l-wilson3

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