Antsy Poems - Poems about Antsy

We don't have to be antsy..But we can.' satan knows it Its all in his plan, he's after taking hostages if he can.? Knowing last time Jesus died to redeem; many lives.' So he hopes to (cut a deal if only he can?) To this end he strives! The w e f are just Pawns in this game as...

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Agog anticipant, anxious openmouthed, breathless, athirst Enthusiastic, open-eyed wide indifferent, unmoved such impatient, restless Antsy 3/12/24 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024© ...

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I was sitting on my lawn chair And while brushing off my pants I noticed inside some crinkled wrinkles There were two little, tiny red ants I thought to brush them off of me But I just wanted to wait to see If those two little, tiny red ants Wanted to crawl onto my knee ...

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A brother and sister wanted to play Lego's... but they were missing some of the pieces So, they used their imaginations And made some creations Out of some pieces of Reece's They built a king's tower, and a colorful flower... and a buckle for the king to wear on his belt But the king...

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Around this same exact time, Exactly one year ago. I wrote a really mediocre poem, About 7th grade moving "slow". But, boy, was I wrong. 8th grade is full of waiting. I've been at my school for 11 years, This month is just frustrating! Luckily, there's some "fun" ahead, Including our 8th grade trip. Yea, it sounds kinda lame, but still, It's one whole day...

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An ant was dragging an insect, At least 3 times its size. Though desiccated, still it seemed Like quite a lucky prize. I watched its steady progress - It would heave a bit and stop, Hurry forth without its burden, Double back where it did drop. Other ants passed by, ignoring All the effort being made, On their journeys through the grass As part...

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Whatta fine day, the boidies is chirping From the tree tops on high, they is a-perching Confused as hell Waiting for the bell Chicks are antsy, warm temps they be searching...

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Whatta fine day, the boidies is chirping From the tree tops on high, they is a-perching Confused as hell Waiting for the bell Chicks are antsy, warm temps they be searching...

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