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Bomb Blast
Nikhil Parekh
him of death fast approaching, As several bombs were activated in the red sedan, Which now sped oRate it:

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Afternoon Tea
Robert William Service
for if there was one there was ten; So after I'd bombed 'em sufficient I went down at the head of mRate it:

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The Ballad Of Lenin's Tomb
Robert William Service
drew his blackened heart. . . . Ah no! Oh God! A bomb, a BOMB! And as I shrieked with dread, With fRate it:

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The Letters Of The Dead
Edward George Dyson
He tells of one more bloody fray— Of how with bomb and rifle they Have put their mark for all toRate it:

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A Child's Nightmare
Robert Graves
word I'll hear, no doubt, Won't be "Charge!" or "Bomb them out!" Nor the stretcher-bearer's cry, "LRate it:

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Eminem Is My Friend
Mario William Vitale
the tempo I got more ways to show like a time bomb ticking away let's all celebrate with the Rate it:

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God Breaks the Chains (Sestina Poetry)
Marieta Maglas
be brought to sight, And lie will be a sticky bomb of doom. I utter an impending sense of doom LikRate it:

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The Common Man
Julian Tuwim
march and shoot and kill Murder, and burn, and bomb, and grill... When press begins the battle-cRate it:

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Unser Gott
Karle Wilson Baker
Paris, or of Tours, or Brittany, Can drop a bomb into the Feste Burg, And, having crushed the sourcRate it:

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How Herman Won The Cross
Edward George Dyson
breakin', 'N' singin' most uproar'ous, in the bomb's disgustin' breath, Of girls, 'n' drink, 'n'Rate it:

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Valenciennes
Thomas Hardy
hummed Ath'art the ditch, the month we bombed The Town o' Valencieën. 'Twas Rate it:

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A Casualty
Robert William Service
of his legs below the knee Blown off by a bomb. . . . So, lad, go slow, And please remember, he doRate it:

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A False Prophecy
Ambrose Bierce
to depart this life By the assassin's bullet, bomb or knife. Sir, once there was a President who fRate it:

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A Song Of Impossibilities
Winthrop Mackworth Praed
funds discharge a debt, Or female hands a bomb; When bankrupts study the Gazette, Or colleges ToRate it:

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A True Man
Nikhil Parekh
heat had sucked its frothy spray away, A true bomb is the one who never forgets its thunderous caRate it:

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All Day And Night
Nikhil Parekh
form through the carpet of sedate soil, The bomb waited all day and night; for someone to releaseRate it:

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An English Ballad, On The Taking Of Namur, By The King Of Great Britain
Matthew Prior
afraid is, To Bruxelles marches on secure, To bomb the Monks, and scare the Ladies. After this glorRate it:

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Angels Of The Sky
Nikhil Parekh
of bone with nonchalant ease, devoured atom bomb shell like flavored candy cakes, scored cent perRate it:

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Are You Ready To Fulfill The Tree's Last Wish?
Nikhil Parekh
the brunt of every heinous sword; stone and bomb on its naked body; singlehandedly wading off the fRate it:

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Becoming One In Mind; Body And Spirit-As The Sunlight Kissed
Nikhil Parekh
kissed the rocks miserably eroded with ominous bomb; they suddenly stood with their chests unflinchRate it:

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Bill The Bomber
Robert William Service
me calm, For I knew that I was needed: I'm a bomber, so I am. I 'ad lost me cap and rifle, but I "cRate it:

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Child, A Woman and A Lady. A Soliloquy
Genevieve Giraudoux
they be electrified? Fireworks or an atomic bomb? Or will they be a failed bottle rocket dud?"Rate it:

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Defon Zero
Kurt Philip Behm
Nuclear Poetry, a single bomb drops To wipe out the hate, to reset the clock A megaton scream, its verse burns alive The plague of excuses...Rate it:

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Each Life loves
Nikhil Parekh
tip epitomizes, Each soil cultivates, Each bomb devastates, Each enclosure obfuscates, Each garRate it:

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Even If I Was Born Dead
Nikhil Parekh
to think this very moment; incurring a billion bomb blasts incessantly in the corridors of my tendeRate it:

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