The crowd gathers the rain The crowd gathers inside the rain The sky is green, greener than a Gardener's dream, the grass is green Together they sing
on the wall he slashes deep upon the advertising a single-worded poem comprised of - four letters And his heart is laughing, screaming, pounding the poem
How a True Friend Feels.... Support of the mind, body and soul. The flower of the root that will never grow old. Love is something special; a wonder
Kid walks down the street Bumps into emptiness Pow Kid looks at the sky, looks at his watch Decides to go home Zap Kid spies pretty girl, walks up to
Throw it all away, let's lose ourselves 'Cause there's no one left for us to blame It's a shame we're all dying And do you think you deserve your freedom
got me searching I find myself searching for love poems Don't know your soul, yet your presence on my brain Causes my pen to go insane and I wrote these poems
The way you talk, the things you've done Make me wish I was the only one Who could ever have made you laugh now? Who could have made you, made you want
If the people only knew If they could visualize Just open their eyes Even stop to think about If they could open their minds They could get beyond The
If i ever go away....... If i ever go..if i ever go... if i ever go... If i ever go away.... I want everybody that loves me to be... [Chorus] Ridin'
Like a heat wave breaking as you smell warm rain We can fade away or start over again In a high five season, in a cut-price land The southern cross don
Mason Williams Them Sand Pickers: How 'bout them sand pickers, ain't they grand? Sittin' on their haunches, pickin' in the sand. Pickin' in the wet
Mason Williams LUNCH TOTERS: How about them lunch toters, ain't they a bunch? Goin' off to work a-totin' their lunch. Totin' them vittles. Totin' that
Prairie Dawn: Since "K" is the next letter, Herbert Birdsfoot will now recite his "K" poem. So listen to the words that start with "K-uh". Herb: I don
Today I wrote a poem And I put it in my book It's about a certain letter That's shaped sort of like a hook It's a very special letter And I like it quite
have a chance to hang around. And lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire, While all my friends and my old lady sit and pass a pipe around And talk of poems
How many bridges can they burn till we turn? How many lives can they take till we break? How many dreams terrorized till we rise? How many visions must
They thought it was cool to burn crosses on your front lawn as they hung you from trees in your backyard They thought it was cool to leave you thirsty
Alright, this is my poem... its called "eine tasse tee"... are you ready?...alright! one of my dogs ate the feces of a homeless man, on the way to
