Tract Poems - Poems about Tract

CIPROFLOXACIN HCL 500 MG remedied urinary tract infection No aversion nor embarrassment admitting, divulging, and jumpstarting poetic endeavor regarding yours truly afflicted, blighted, and contracted with urinary tract infection, (though condition finds me feeling pissed off), whereby urination fraught with painful burning, gouging, and stinging sensation. Aside from the aforementioned ailment practically, nearly, nay already cured, after taking bad medicine, I feel great, but recognize necessity to take full course of...

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So I’ve got a little secret ‘bout evangelism “tracts”. See, they load us up each Sunday, and we all plan our attacks. Sometimes, we hear a sermon; sometimes, we even sing, But mostly, it’s a Ponzi scheme to build a brand new wing. And when we hand...

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In floral perfume, nectar gnawing bees who buzz and hum, honeypots abound as maple syrup magnets flit and taunt, garlands of magnolia upon the beechwood trellis, lavender’s light purple trail a mint leaf tract from Cape Verde to Southwest Asia. Lilac buds perspire on lambs skin swathes, a misty bleat and frolic over far-flung heather muirs. Summer breezes pot pourri the spicy petals...

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a multitude of pretexts the foretaste of argument: premise explored ignorance isolated then exchanged for understanding...

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The August Sage recounts, For the 17 past lives I have been a Scholar Official, I was neither imperious nor inhumane. I saved the distressed, aided the desperate, succored the orphaned and borne insolence with patience. I labored at all times to forward the public good without regard for personal acclaim. Those who can conduct...

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It rings so clear, so pure, so strong, the tempo fills us up.. This be our inspiration, to be morally sound and just.. Early on, we learn the power of the music that we hear.. And carry it with us, as we grow each and every year.. Sometimes the rhythm changes, as we personally mature.. But we remember what we've...

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the stage, the cage lick your finger turn the page her touch is sharp despite her age and even now with water red even now with nothing said my dear, you’re all the rage. the chair, the flare dim the blinds and kill the glare I’m leaving now I am, I swear I hope you die full of regret I hope you drown in your own sweat with not a...

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