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My Friends
Robert William Service
broke, with its tense, unuttered woe; And the crunch, crunch, crunch as their snowshoes sank througRate it:

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The Liberator
Emily Holmes Coleman
leaping eyes and stiff limbs follow the crunch of the keys I am powerful now and I will break Rate it:

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Q & A
Nikhil Parekh
my countenance; mercilessly waiting to horribly crunch me like limp meat; the next time when the paRate it:

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A Death More Horrific Than What Death Could Ever Be
Nikhil Parekh
naked fleshed from the pinnacle of the sky; to crunch my every bone with stray pebbles and rocks onRate it:

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All I Could Do!
Nikhil Parekh
that it could veritably and devastatingly crunch even the most ominously blood-stained thorns on thRate it:

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Annuitant
Robert William Service
kettle sings I'll make an amber brew, And crunch my toast and think of things I do not haRate it:

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Bury Me Near The Mosque Of My Creator.
Nikhil Parekh
death, Whether you choose to sardonically crunch each bone of my fetid body—to relish the parsimoRate it:

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Caliban upon Setebos or, Natural Theology in the Island
Robert Browning
inside, And now a fruit to snap at, catch and crunch,-- He looks out o'er yon sea which sunbeRate it:

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Faces
Walt Whitman
arctic sea; Its sleepy and wobbling icebergs crunch as they go. This is a face of bitter herRate it:

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Fog
Emma Lazarus
woof? Where sleek red kine, and dappled, crunch day-long Thick, luscious blades and purple clover-Rate it:

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I Knew Her Better Than I Knew My Breath
Nikhil Parekh
tenacity they possessed to scrupulously crunch the meal of their choice, I knew her better than IRate it:

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I Know The Music
Wilfred Owen
lamentations of slow bells, The crunch of boots on blue snow rosy-glistening, Shuffle of autumn leaRate it:

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Life Is As Omnipotent As God
Nikhil Parekh
Life is as sweet as a chocolate; go and greedily crunch it, Life is as ravishing as the choppy ocean; go and swim in it, Life is as dense as th...Rate it:

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Ode To The Philistines
George Essex Evans
bound by the System’s chains ’neath the crunch of the System’s wheels! You are slaves to custom aRate it:

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On Some Shells Found Inland
Trumbull Stickney
out this aged wrong, Dash them to earth and crunch them with the heel And make a dust of their seRate it:

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Our Native Earth
Anna Akhmatova
this dirt on the feet suits us fairly, Yes, this crunch on the teeth suits us just, And we trample Rate it:

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Picnic Boat
Carl Sandburg
stern to the tall smokestacks. Over the hoarse crunch of waves at my pier comes a hoarse answer Rate it:

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Please Don't Show Me Death
Nikhil Parekh
of times against the obdurate wall; trying to crunch every bone of his body with every bang to the Rate it:

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She Will Have To Stay Alive
Nikhil Parekh
leaps of the skipping rope, She will have to crunch raw slices of blood red radish with arduous zRate it:

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The Everlasting Return
Lola Ridge
jargon of engines quiet. We three awaiting the crunch of the sea Reach our hands in the dark and toRate it:

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The Heart of the Dove
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
becaws we hold the dough If we should plan To crunch The bunch, None could say so. Them Kings and Rate it:

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The Man Who Raised Charlestown
Henry Lawson
the scuffling tread of horses and the heavy crunch of wheels; So they took the road to Buckland, wRate it:

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The Plaint Of The Camel
Charles Edward Carryl
feed on sugar and seed, Parrots have crackers to crunch: And, as for the poodles, they tell me the Rate it:

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The Scythians
Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok
maws. Are we to blame then, if your ribs should crunch, Fragile between our massive, gentle paws? Rate it:

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To Our Mocking-Bird
Sidney Lanier
WRONG's the word -- To munch our Keats and crunch our mocking-bird. III. Nay, Bird; my grief Rate it:

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