Lathes Poems - Poems about Lathes

...Life is precious , therefore he cultivates it it's vastness among all his compositions they flow like an aria from many instruments you are excellent , oh my beloved your handi......

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...A wizened little old man hunkered over his bench. Gnarled hands wielded screwdriver, hammer and wrench. Hung on the walls of his shop, all types of clocks were arrayed. He'd been a clock maker for......

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...Sparks flicker from honey lips. Shower me in purest fire. Gravity lathes my ellipse as we bask in our desire. Shudders quake when passion grips this yearning howls to inspire. My mantle once ......

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...My youthful friend, when I was a lad such as you, I was dismayed to find that running a stick across the lathes of a fence did not make music. My hopes were the regular beat of a stick on......

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...Rum me fast, Let it warm snowy sinews, My fingers cannot move, Heat them at last, My legs feel leaden, As if weighing tons, Let them march past, My facial muscles are screwed in hold, Liquefy......

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