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"the pieces fit" a poem in free verse Steven Louis Chapman	In exodus, they walk in the sour sweet, immense schism, to piece the reason, of the flow, of the unconscious strings, that grasp the taste, of the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Fit Of Rhyme Against Rhyme Ben Jonson	Rhyme, the rack of finest wits, That expresseth but by fits True conceit, Spoiling senses of their treasure, Cozening judgment with a measure, But...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
And...When Correct Pieces Fit Lawrence S. Pertillar	When a puzzling picture, Viewed and distorted... With a glossing to interpret, What appears yet does not exist. Many observing refuse to admit, ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Can Love Make It Fit Lawrence H. Pfaff	How do you pluck at my strings? How is that you make me sing? Even with pain I come back for more. Only you, is who I adore. Why sometimes are we...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Deliverance from a Fit of Fainting Anne Bradstreet	Worthy art Thou, O Lord, of praise, But ah! It's not in me. My sinking heart I pray Thee raise So shall I give it...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Deliverance from Another Sore Fit Anne Bradstreet	In my distress I sought the Lord When naught on earth could comfort give, And when my soul these things abhorred, Then, Lord, Thou said'st unto...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Fit Ximena Vermilion	I never quite fit A square peg in a round hole So whittle me down I'd give it all to belong Someday I'll drift into...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Fit into your ideals Dawn Irick	Words flow from your lips like honey. Others swoon to your charm and witty thoughts. Getting along with the giddy girls and wise women. I am an...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Fit the Eighth (Hunting of the Snark ) Lewis Carroll	The...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Fit the Fifth ( Hunting of the Snark ) Lewis Carroll	The Beaver's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Fit the First: ( Hunting of the Snark ) Lewis Carroll	The...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Fit the Fourth ( Hunting of the Snark ) Lewis Carroll	The...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Fit the Second ( Hunting of the Snark ) Lewis Carroll	The Bellman's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Fit the Seventh ( Hunting of the Snark ) Lewis Carroll	The Banker's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Fit the Sixth ( Hunting of the Snark ) Lewis Carroll	The Barrister's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Fit the Third ( Hunting of the Snark ) Lewis Carroll	The Baker's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Her breast is fit for pearls Emily Dickinson	Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a "Diver"— Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest. Her heart is fit for home— I—a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Here's to the Children Who Don't Quite Fit Gary Shulman, MS. Ed.	Here’s to the Children Who Don’t Quite Fit © Gary Shulman, MS. Ed. August 24,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
How do the two fit together? O a Abir Akash	Think that I am lying in the same bed with you If you take me to your lap after many days Two wet lips fall on my lips We both got lost in the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
I Don't Fit In Rebecca Dsouza	Sometimes talking to people is like a performance, I’m like, "Oh, no, not this again... not doing this dance." Dark skin girls don’t fit in, ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
I never fit in Michelle Carter	You cant see the pain, its hidden inside. Im lost in this world, the miles are wide. Im falling day by day, sinking deeper, going astray. My journey...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
La jeunesse, Du Val, jadis me fit écrire Joachim du Bellay	La jeunesse, Du Val, jadis me fit écrire De cet aveugle archer qui nous aveugle ainsi : Puis, fâché de l'Amour, et de sa mère aussi, Les louanges...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
My Poetry Does Not Fit In George Cook	My poetry does not fit in with that of many greats Those like Rudyard Kipling, or William Butler Yeats And not forgetting Robert Burns, the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Not every day fit for verse Robert Herrick	'Tis not ev'ry day that I Fitted am to prophesy: No, but when the spirit fills The fantastic pannicles, Full of fire, then I write As the Godhead...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ode XII: On Recovering From A Fit Of Sickness, In the Country Mark Akenside	I. Thy verdant scenes, O Goulder's hill, Once more i seek, a languid guest: With throbbing temples and with burden'd breast Once more i climb thy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)