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Fed Up
Andrew Barton Paterson
I'm fair fed up. It's wonderful how few get hit, it's luck that pulls us through; Their rifle firRate it:

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Fetty Wap Still On Top
Mario William Vitale
New York mile Giving props to the cops as they hit the beat Smoking fat blunts with the stereo Rate it:

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Fishing
Paul Laurence Dunbar
ol' mastah say, 'Well, Lishy, ef you t'ink hit 's gwine to rain, Go on fishin', hit 's de weathah, Rate it:

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Fleurette
Robert William Service
Into the trench, and so None of my men were hit, Though it busted me up a bit. Well, I didnRate it:

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Florentine Pilgrim
Robert William Service
more, I guess, I'll give to Rome Before I hit the trail for home; But while I'm there I kindo' hopeRate it:

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Foolin' Wid De Seasons
Paul Laurence Dunbar
go? Why won't folks quit movin' forrard? Ain't hit bettah jes' to stan' An' be satisfied wid livin'Rate it:

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Franklin Hyde
Hilaire Belloc
Dirt. He Shook him hard from Side to Side And Hit him till it Hurt, Exclaiming, with a Final Thud,Rate it:

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Freedom Fighters
EMTSBA III
With a big bang of an uproar Your hit, think tank is so flawed. Trails of blood your tanks draw Bulldozing homes & what's more. Indiscriminate y...Rate it:

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Friar Philip's Geese
La Fontaine
wrong, Who think no virtue can to such belong; White crows and phoenixes do not abound; But lucky lRate it:

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From an Upper Verandah
James Brunton Stephens
Back-yard!) I will shut my eyes fast—I have hit it at last, Now my purest Ideals flit by me unmarrRate it:

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from Colin Clout
John Skelton
may down sit, For he lacketh wit; And if that he hit The nail on the head, It standeth in no stead;Rate it:

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Gentle Alice Brown
William Schwenck Gilbert
him unaware; He took a life-preserver and he hit him on the head, And MRS. BROWN dissected him befoRate it:

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Goliath and David
Robert Graves
are shut.) One cruel backhand sabre-cut— “I’m hit! I’m killed!” young David cries, Throws blindlRate it:

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Gunga Din
Rudyard Kipling
o' brick-dust, Gunga Din! Hi! slippery ~hitherao~! Water, get it! ~Panee lao~! Rate it:

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HATS OFF TO PRYCOPYN (SPIDER)
Alan Parry-Booth
David Zebediah Webb Prycopyn to his mates Has hit upon the answer To misfortune from the fates. HeRate it:

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How Lucy Backslid
Paul Laurence Dunbar
night an' day; An' all dis monst'ous trouble dat hit meks me tiahed to tell Is 'bout dat Lucy JacksRate it:

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How Robin and His Outlaws Lived in The Woods
James Henry Leigh Hunt
played lustily, And at quarter-staff; Many a hit would have made some cry, Which only made thRate it:

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How Salty Win Out
Eugene Field
with regard, An' charity subscriptions have hit me powerful hard; But what's the use uv talkin'? I Rate it:

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How We Beat The Favourite
Adam Lindsay Gordon
sit her, she couldn't be fitter, Whenever you hit her she'll spring like a stag. 'And p'rhaps theRate it:

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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
Emily Dickinson
broke, And I dropped down, and down-- And hit a World, at every plunge, And Finished knowing--thenRate it:

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I Want to get lost Into The Wilds
Abinash Parajuli
way To find who you are into manhood Cops can hit hard but can’t help at all And now, Back into theRate it:

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I'm A Vampire (Blood Splatters)
killed killa
I slapped you in your face hit you with a mace yet you still survived my funny, funny game if you get in the race you're gonna break and fly away w...Rate it:

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Il Penseroso
John Milton
saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view O'erRate it:

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Immortal Soldiers - Part 2
Nikhil Parekh
a gorge of acrid thorns viciously hit us in the soft spots of our eyes; or whether there wasn't eveRate it:

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In Memory of Edward Wilson, Who Repented of What Was in His Mind to Write after Section
James Clerk Maxwell
meet a body Flyin’ through the air, Gin a body hit a body, Will it fly? and where? Ilka impact Rate it:

(3.00 / 1 vote)

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