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Chest Without A Name
Kurt Philip Behm
I keep my verse in a chest of drawers each one so very different Some words for summer, some for winter and some then most intemperate I kee...Rate it:

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Stark Naked
Nikhil Parekh
You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally austere uniform of the disciplinarian policeman; which contained not even the most in...Rate it:

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The Treasure Of Abram
John Boyle O'Reilly
within the wain, behold A brass-bound, massive chest! 'Press on!' shouts Abram. 'Hold!' they cry;Rate it:

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Spleen (II)
Charles Baudelaire
than if I'd lived a thousand years. A heavy chest of drawers cluttered with balance-sheets, ProceRate it:

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The Lady's Dressing Room
Jonathan Swift
tell the rest? And must you needs describe the chest? That careless wench! no creature warn her To Rate it:

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The Retired Cat
William Cowper
o'er the rest, Half-open in the topmost chest, Of depth enough, and none to spare, Invited heRate it:

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The Dormouse and the Doctor
Alan Alexander Milne
bed. Just say 'Ninety-nine' while I look at your chest.... Don't you find that chrysanthemums answeRate it:

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A World Of United Existence
Nikhil Parekh
uninhibitedly admired her divinely Omnipotent chest; the unflinching thunderbolts of patriotism in Rate it:

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Attire
Nikhil Parekh
made of threadbare rope, encapsulated my chest in jackets of rich straw, held wine jars in my hanRate it:

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Ballad of Fisher's Boarding-House
Rudyard Kipling
bare of arm, Who carried on his hairy chest The maid Ultruda's charm -- The little silver crucifix Rate it:

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Beautifully Murdered By Buddha.
Lenny Gazbowski
pose. Buddha seems unsettled as I carve open my chest. I call him over, he sits on the bed he is asRate it:

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Boston
Ralph Waldo Emerson
could blame If Indians seized the tea, And, chest by chest, let down the same Into the laughing Rate it:

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Bound for the Lord-Knows-Where
Henry Lawson
second best? Now where are you going with your chest of tools, And the old togs in the chest? With Rate it:

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Capable Of doing
Nikhil Parekh
gruesomely incarcerated within the chest and boundaries of the conventionally lambasting society; mRate it:

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Christopher Found
Amy Levy
thus did run Their purport. Idly seeking in the chest (You see it yonder), I had found them there: Rate it:

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Explanation Of An Ancient Woodcut
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
and pincers rest, And lays his awl within his chest; The seventh day he takes repose From many pullRate it:

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Expressing Love
Nikhil Parekh
brushing against her marvelously heaving chest; as resplendently enamoring beams of the moon took cRate it:

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Heart To heart
Nikhil Parekh
untainted and ardently unhindered; longing, Chest to Chest; and there perpetually evolves; a cradRate it:

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IF LAWYER'S HAND IS FEE'D
John Gay
health and pence, sir, Your daughter rob your chest, sir, Your wife may steal your rest, sir, A thiRate it:

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It Was God Who Inspired Me To Be A Poet.
Nikhil Parekh
unfettered ocean poignantly strike me on my bare chest; thereby curing me of the most disastrously Rate it:

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Le Flacon (The Perfume Flask)
Charles Baudelaire
the box, Or, in an empty house, some ancient chest, Where time and dust and gloom were long comprRate it:

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Loved By Her Love
Nikhil Parekh
flames of belonging in her redolent chest; gyrate as the only angel of her life; in the immaculate Rate it:

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My Friend
Nikhil Parekh
an ox, youthful exuberance pumped through his chest bones, rich blood flowed in all veins of bodyRate it:

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Openly
Nikhil Parekh
mischievously nibbling the barren regions of my chest; as frosty winds of winter embraced us from aRate it:

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Pleasant dreams out of reach
Lindsay Mancano
is pounding... SILENCE!!! Muscles in my chest... Nothing ever at rest... Loathing the days of preseRate it:

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