Handsaw Poems - Poems about Handsaw

...Disturbed forbidden valentine you level me and that’s the draw; I’ll be all yours if you be mine; Your roughness I wouldn’t refine, I eat up what’s enticing, raw; Disturbed forbidden valentin......

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...In his tiny eyes, I saw a little glance of life, His innocent face reflects his poverty, As he was facing a great storm in himself, His gloomy voice telling me a legend ......

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...After the storm, my brother (all gangly knees and elbows) bore the brunt of its ferocious aftermath. Every day after school I watched his wiry biceps bulge a little as his handsaw scritched against ......

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