The Ivory Owl
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ClutterA Poem by The Ivory OwlCoagulation - a clotted mass Basically - a scab, a clot of congealed blood …CLUTTER. A collection, a collected mass… A cr.. |
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A Handful of Colorful FriendsA Poem by The Ivory OwlShe walks the streets with her pretty blond hair With her perfect attire and her radiant smile She seemingly floats by without a care .. |
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An Afternoon at WorkA Poem by The Ivory OwlA poem to describe an afternoon working in a day care center. |
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Nighttime Song at SeaA Poem by The Ivory OwlBubbles rise from beneath the Sea’s top, becoming bigger as they ascend. Bubbles create a cunning pattern as They come up to the.. |
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ProjectA Poem by The Ivory OwlUnder the door, there was a glint of light Faint music sounded inside the locked room A small buzz came from the fan of the laptop M.. |
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Everybody's a CriticA Poem by The Ivory OwlEverybody’s a critic When you lend a helping hand. They say there’s some ulterior motive; “Who does that without expec.. |
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Danger Closing InA Poem by The Ivory OwlThe clouds are rolling in The depths of the sky are darkening Thunder can be heard in the distance A sheet of rain is heading this .. |
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SocietyA Poem by The Ivory OwlThe ingredients of life are few There is the dough, made of the following: God’s Will, 46 chromosomes, water, and salt. The dough.. |
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Mid-Morning BreakdownA Poem by The Ivory OwlI can barely hear myself think; Drums are banging and bells are out of tune. The insanity is driving me to the brink, I’m going t.. |
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Impossibly PossibleA Poem by The Ivory OwlPeople choose not to try things When they seem impossible to do But I choose to do these things That are claimed to be impossible Anyt.. |
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