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Geraint And Enid

O purblind race of miserable men,
How many among us at this very hour
Do forge a life-long trouble for ourselves,
By taking true for false, or false for true;
Here, through the feeble twilight of this world
Groping, how many, until we pass and reach
That other, where we see as we are seen!

So fared it with Geraint, who issuing forth
That morning, when they both had got to horse,
Perhaps because he loved her passionately,
And felt that tempest brooding round his heart,
Which, if he spoke at all, would break perforce
Upon a head so dear in thunder, said:
'Not at my side. I charge thee ride before,
Ever a good way on before; and this
I charge thee, on thy duty as a wife,
Whatever happens, not to speak to me,
No, not a word!' and Enid was aghast;
And forth they rode, but scarce three paces on,

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poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Troy

I’ve been counting down the days to
see the shoeing of my beautiful horse
bandit
he has bad feet because
he was run hard in barrel racing
and put away wet
by the people who owned him before I did
I was taking my last ride on him
for the week
or that’s what I thought
at 3pm troy drove up
I told him all the angles he needed to shoe
my baby
I let him be and do his thing
I came back a hour latter see how he was doing
and to offer some water
cause of
the kind hearted person I am
he said I may have to stay off bandit for a while
I didn’t think that meant

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poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Bandit Tears

How could someone do something so horrible?
To such a sweet animal
Why would someone do that to
Innocent animals
It’s like being mean to a baby
You just don’t do that it’s wrong
He is one of the greatest gifts god gave to this earth
The light shines around the massive creature that I call my baby
My baby is in so much pain all of the time
It kills me
My baby has been mistreated many times but not by me
My baby likes carrots but loves apples just like me
Unconditional love is what he supplies me
I dream of riding him when were apart
My baby is the best thing that ever happened to me
My baby is so beautiful that he makes gorgeous look ugly

As the vets words “this horse might have to be put down if surgery fails”
Echo in my ears tears flood my eyes and my judgment breaks down
What’s right and what’s wrong start fading together

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poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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The Bond For Life

pacing back and forth
back and forth in the hallway
in my long beautiful white dress
waiting impatiently
for the clock to strike 7: 00pm
as the sun starts to set I know the time is near
the worry starts to show on my face
the questions start to run just as wildly
as a horse being let out of the round pin for the night
after a hard day of training
“do I really want to”
“am I ready”
“dose he really want to”
“am I making the right decision”
the door opens my sister and dad walks in
“are you sure you want to do this” cassie said with a questionable look on her face
“yes I am very sure I want to do this” I say as a tear of happiness rolls down my check
“well are you ready”my dad said with a sigh of relief that the time had finally came
“yes I am” I say with a nervus smile
As I walk through the beautiful meadow field with extravagant wild flowers

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poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Jesus Was A Crossmaker

(sill)
Sweet silver angels over the sea
Please come down flying low for me
One time I trusted a stranger
cause I heard his sweet song
And it was gently enticing me
Though there was something wrong
When I turned he was gone
Blinding me his song remains reminding me
Hes a bandit and a heartbreaker
Oh but jesus was a crossmaker
Chorus
He wages war with the devil
A pistol by his side
And though he chases him out my window and
Wont give him a place to hide
He keeps his door open wide
Fighting him
He lights a lamp inviting him
Hes a bandit and a heartbreaker

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song performed by Hollies
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Shot Full Of Love

1. Once I had a heart cold as ice
and love to me was only for fun
And I made a mark for each broken heart
like nuches on the but of a gun
2. Once I had a track on my sleeve
and a reputation all over town
I was heartless and cold and wherever I go
I shut down every young girl I found
Chorus:
And I used to be a moonlight-bandit
I used to be heartbreaker-kid
But then I met you and the next thing I knew that I was
Oh, shut full of love
3. Who thought that someone like you
would take a desperado like me
But all here I am, I'm week as a lamb
with my bleading heart there at your feet
And I used to be a moonlight-bandit
I used to be heartbreaker-kid
But then I met you and the next thing I knew that I was

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song performed by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Juana's Sestina

October came like a bandit who stole
every prayer saved in our afternoons of grief,
beside her empty bed and crucifix
where she once joked, holding her Bible,
of Christ lighting Judas's ass on fire.
They were friends now and she had been invited

to see this, as told in my dream, invited
me, but mother woke me before Death stole
me, almost gone into the sinner's fire.
But Grandmother Juana gone this October grief
would have saved me I know with her Bible
near bed, radio sermon and crucifix,

Would have joked of how she snuck the crucifix
away from church friends she hadn't invited,
to exchange gossip as they kissed her Bible,
the way words caress bloody Death who stole
our every prayer saved in our afternoons of grief,
laughing aloud of that dreamy fire,

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poem by Marina Gipps
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Black Moran

The mule-skinner was Bill Jerome, the passengers were three;
Two tinhorns from the dives of Nome, and Father Tim McGee.
And as for sunny Southland bound, through weary woods they sped,
The solitude that ringed them round was silent as the dead.

Then when the trail crooked crazily, the frost-rimed horses reared,
And from behind a fallen tree a grim galoot appeared;
He wore a parki white as snow, a mask as black as soot,
And carelesslike weaved to and fro a gun as if to shoot.

"Stick up yer mitts an' freeze 'em there!" his raucous voice outrang,
And shaving them by just a hair a blazing rod went bang.
The sleigh jerked to a sharp stand-still: "Okay," drawled Bill Jerome,
"Could be, this guy who aims to kill is Black Moran from Nome."

"You lousy crooks," the bandit cried; "You're slickly heeled I know;
Come, make it snappy, dump outside your booty in the snow."
The gambling pair went putty pale; they crimped as if with cold.
And heaved upon the icy trail two hefty pokes of gold.

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poem by Robert William Service
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Trash Bag

1 bag cement mold
10 inch leather titleist golf bag
2006 kia rio side air bags
1900 s tapestry bag
1,000 face value silver bag buyers
100ft x 200ft plastic bag
16 flow-through infuser bags order e-mail
2001 accura air bags
1966 chevy pickup air bags
1st responder bag subdued
40 catchers equipment bag
10 dolars chanell bags for sale
$20,000 beanie bag
2 004 ben hogan golf bag
100 cotton childrens sleeping bags
2 mil designer bags
12 ounce bean bag
20 pound bag rabbit food
35 bag dirt james teen wendy
10 inch screen laptop bags

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poem by Rwetewrt Erwtwer
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Sperm is a bandit in its pure state.

quote by Emile M. Cioran
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