Puttered Poems - Poems about Puttered

...The spouse betook monthly outing today May 4th, 2022 to 3938B Ridge Pike, Collegeville, Pennsylvania 19426. No more bare cupboards, fridge, and deep freezer since returning with more than ......

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...In the garage with my back turned I hear the shatter and spin around. Shards of porcelain on the ground. Questions were asked, nothing was learned. My 4-year-old stood there, With a plastered ......

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...I resided in a beautiful old home, on the sunny side of the street; And I had friendly neighbors, offering hellos whenever we'd meet. Often when I was off from work, I puttered in my house or gar......

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...Working in my garden early in the Fall, I spied a small white spider sitting on the wall. He seemed surprised as I was to see him sitting there, As I puttered in my garden in the crisp, clean air.......

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...Timid, gutless, young man feebly muttered Then mustered spartan courage and puttered, And fluttered he like a dove And stuttered to say his love, But "S......

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...No more bare cupboards, fridge, and deep freezer since returning with more than our share of daily bread referring to this mister, who frightfully squawks like an old geezer, plus the missus ......

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...Working in my garden, Early in the Fall, A spied a small white spider, Sitting on the wall. He seemed surprised as I was, To see him sitting there, As I puttered in my garden, In the crisp, ......

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...God Given Gratitude Puttered around and to Poetry Soup do go And see my great number of poems grow Which were written by me and well-meant Into state of ecstasy some poets were sent. Poem ap......

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...Christmas Day is quiet – Traffic’s light and stores are shuttered. All the hype preceding it Has fizzled out and puttered. Families turn inward And the streets are near deserted. Temptations......

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...Tonight as candles flicker, she is sitting at the table where her husband sat (before he passed away), working on his daily crossword puzzles, seeming most content although the nest they’d piece......

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