i have a pouch of misery
i dip in every day
if i could climb in that pouch of misery
it’s where i’d choose to stay.
not outside with you crazy chicks
cos inside i know where its at.
It was a perfect pocket puch, and all there was to do was fill it with as much as he could cram into his hands, until the puch was bulging and over-flowing with as many of his minute possessions as he could find.
Bag. Hold. Safety. Space. Mother. Kangaroo. Polythene. Behold. Master. Earth. Space. Solitude. Comfort. Balloon. Hold me, Include me, let me enter and then close your heart like a pouch. Heart. Bag full of Life.
I slipped my money pouch out of my handbag and cautiously took out the money. “Here, 50,00 dollars,” i said in a whisper, my face was hard and serious, but i was dying on the inside. I looked sadly at my mother, who’s blood was now pooling at her feet, she smiled weakly, and then hung her head, just as the bullet was shot.
I don’t know about any pouches, but I do know a good one always makes a difference. Imagine waking up in the morning and looking out at a nice sunny day; you’re all happy and cheerful and at school you take out your pouch for a pencil and it looks all inky and tattered. Ugh, not cool. See, it ruins your entire mood. That’s what I meant about a good one making all the difference.
a puch is a pocket.. of sorts.. it holds things but is not stranded to the inside of a peice of clothing like a pocket is… it is somewhat free in that since when you compare a pouch to a pocket.
The baby panda, hardly the size of a human palm, peeked out of the mother’s pouch to squint at the world with hazy eyes. What the baby didn’t know, though, was that his mother was dead, and the poachers weren’t going to let a baby panda live.
you can carry things in a pouch. Girls carry a bunch of stuff in them. makeup, money, sunglasses, etc. I personally hate them, it’s just an excuse to hold onto useless stuff. But that’s just me.
He threw the pouch in his backpack and started walking again. Too bad for the person who lost it, but it had money in it and he hadn’t eaten for two days. There was enough in there to feed him for a week.
As in a kangaroo, where a baby is kept, where the fetus will grow and morph and finally turn into something magically real. A pouch, as in a pouch of a coat, of warmth, a place for securing your valuables – valuables like the young kangaroo. Pouch equals safety, warmth, care.
Kangaroos have pouches. Momma kangaroos carry their babies in their pouch. It must be a bumpy ride for the baby kangaroo, especially when the momma is hopping. I wouldn’t like that very much. I would get motion sickness.
Couch potato, pouch cotato. Krümel in der Ritze des Sofas. Krümel und Stifte, eine Fernbedienung mit ausgelaufenen Batterien, jede Menge Wollmäuse, eine Stricknadel, ein Plastiktierchen. Das ganze Leben eines Jahres auf winzigstem Raum.
pouch is something that a girl carries to hold her things in so she doesnt lose them, pouch pouch pouch pouch thats all that comes to mind is the purpose to hold things soooooo pouch thats such a weird
Pouch is when you pout and then you say ouch. I don’t really know what pouch means, maybe a small quantity of something. ‘One pouch of potatoes, please’ yeah maybe it’s that. Pouchy douchy doo, Dr doolittle had a pouch of magic in his veterinarian bag. Ouch, choup,
The pouch contained all that he needed for the last leg of his journey. It’s been a long, hard road but he had finally made it back to his hometown. It sat practically on the edge of the world. He patted the old, weathered pouch and grinned to himself. The herbs and medicines he brought should help a lot of needy children.
I have been in love for so long and it’s all because of his pouch. He fills it with love, care, compassion, and loyalty. He never runs out of crazy things to say to make me laugh when i’m in a rock situation. I love it when i see his pouch. It reminds me of his love. :)
inside, I feel warm, comfortable, pouch. Cradled, caressed, pouched. Comfort, bliss, I soak you in. If we could stay in this warm nook of forever, that would mean pure bliss. Pouch.
i carry our love, i carry our friendship, i carry everything that i believe is necessary, in this pouch.
i carry the heavy load of my heart and all its fears of worthlessness, the despise of my pain and the emptiness of my soul, i carry still and never let go.
this pouch is full to burst but i cant unload the worst, still i dread letting go of the important aspects of my life, but i cant seem to depart from the pain that is keeping me alive.
no longer will i suffer, no longer will i stand it, the bitterness of my past has come to an end, and the perilous journey of self discovery has brightened the darkness of my dismay, the deed has been done and now my life has finally begun…….
Some of my deepest secrets are housed in the side pocket of a certain black pouch. All shame and guilt secretly stowed away. So that no one will ever be able to see the sins of yesterday.
Pouch. You help me in tight situations. For I can always look to you to find what I need. No matter what you have something within you that can aid me or someone else!
The pouch was opened slightly, and I couldn’t resist just one peek inside. i PICKED it up and looked inside and saw a glittering diamond necklace with a bright blue sapphire. It was the most beautiful thing i’d ever seen.
kangaroo’s have pouches. they’re from australia. there’s also the capri sun commercial that says, ‘respect the pouch. RESPECT IT.’ then there’s all kind of pouch’s. like purses, they can be used to hold various items in them, including other pouches maybe.
pouch on a kangaroo a little joey peeking out safe and protected from the harsh realities of the world outside a child who doesn’t know who to defend himself yet still relying on his mother for everything but soon will be branching out escaping.
The pocket like thing used to carry things whether its a kangaroo pouch or a small purse like pouch. This is a strange word with new centimental meanings.
a baby roo, sticking it’s cute little face out for a look around. What a great thing for a mother to have, a built in baby sling, no messing about with ties and clips and stuff, all ready for stuffing full of babies…
In a pouch you can find anything. years to come you will find something new. you may never remember putting something there. It is a wonderful finding to find a prized possession in your pouch.
pouch up an down i have no idea what to say about puch but its quite funny lol as hahahahahhahahhaha :) i think i like to puch even though i dont know what the word means hahahahahhahahahahhahahah oka y i think ifnrbndfkbvkjdfcbxvkdfncvbjbjcnkbfjvncnbjfcvmnbfgjvkcnbbjnfgknbv jkcvbjfkgcnvjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkklllllllllllllllllllllllvvvvvvvvvvvvvmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmlllllllllllllllllllllmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmllllllllllllllllllmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
The Joey felt he was old enough to get out of the stupid, slimy, “overly motherly” pouch. He was a big boy already! He jumped out and hopped away from his mom. Feeling a little overwhelmed with his new-found independence, he hopped back to his mom, gave her a kiss, and let himself be taken over by her maternal feelings – just for a while until he could go off and hop by himself again. She let him. She supported his independence, like all good moms do.
The kangaroo hopped with strong legs towards the sunset. Inside her pouch was a little joey, drinking its milk. The day had been long, hot and dusty. Another day in the Australian outback. Joey peeked out as the mama kangaroo slowed down her strides. He smelled the air and took a little look and then hid back down inside. From far away they could see smoke. Smoke from a fire burning in the bush. Change direction. Hop away from the smoke, towards the clear air.
He reached into his tobacco pouch. The pouch in question was small, brown and suede. It rather pleased me and so I asked, politely, if I could have it.
“No you certainly may not” he replied primly, “My grandpa gave it to me, it has sentimental value”.
Of course, now that I couldn’t have the pouch, I needed it.
The pouch was red & yellow. His favorite colors. She missed him. She hated that pouch but it reminded her of him. She kept it. Everything in it. She missed him. She will forever be heart broken but that pouch with his ashes in it, she’ll always keept.
i have a pouch of misery
i dip in every day
if i could climb in that pouch of misery
it’s where i’d choose to stay.
not outside with you crazy chicks
cos inside i know where its at.
It was a perfect pocket puch, and all there was to do was fill it with as much as he could cram into his hands, until the puch was bulging and over-flowing with as many of his minute possessions as he could find.
Bag. Hold. Safety. Space. Mother. Kangaroo. Polythene. Behold. Master. Earth. Space. Solitude. Comfort. Balloon. Hold me, Include me, let me enter and then close your heart like a pouch. Heart. Bag full of Life.
I slipped my money pouch out of my handbag and cautiously took out the money. “Here, 50,00 dollars,” i said in a whisper, my face was hard and serious, but i was dying on the inside. I looked sadly at my mother, who’s blood was now pooling at her feet, she smiled weakly, and then hung her head, just as the bullet was shot.
I don’t know about any pouches, but I do know a good one always makes a difference. Imagine waking up in the morning and looking out at a nice sunny day; you’re all happy and cheerful and at school you take out your pouch for a pencil and it looks all inky and tattered. Ugh, not cool. See, it ruins your entire mood. That’s what I meant about a good one making all the difference.
a puch is a pocket.. of sorts.. it holds things but is not stranded to the inside of a peice of clothing like a pocket is… it is somewhat free in that since when you compare a pouch to a pocket.
The baby panda, hardly the size of a human palm, peeked out of the mother’s pouch to squint at the world with hazy eyes. What the baby didn’t know, though, was that his mother was dead, and the poachers weren’t going to let a baby panda live.
.
you can carry things in a pouch. Girls carry a bunch of stuff in them. makeup, money, sunglasses, etc. I personally hate them, it’s just an excuse to hold onto useless stuff. But that’s just me.
He threw the pouch in his backpack and started walking again. Too bad for the person who lost it, but it had money in it and he hadn’t eaten for two days. There was enough in there to feed him for a week.
As in a kangaroo, where a baby is kept, where the fetus will grow and morph and finally turn into something magically real. A pouch, as in a pouch of a coat, of warmth, a place for securing your valuables – valuables like the young kangaroo. Pouch equals safety, warmth, care.
Kangaroos have pouches. Momma kangaroos carry their babies in their pouch. It must be a bumpy ride for the baby kangaroo, especially when the momma is hopping. I wouldn’t like that very much. I would get motion sickness.
Couch potato, pouch cotato. Krümel in der Ritze des Sofas. Krümel und Stifte, eine Fernbedienung mit ausgelaufenen Batterien, jede Menge Wollmäuse, eine Stricknadel, ein Plastiktierchen. Das ganze Leben eines Jahres auf winzigstem Raum.
pouch is something that a girl carries to hold her things in so she doesnt lose them, pouch pouch pouch pouch thats all that comes to mind is the purpose to hold things soooooo pouch thats such a weird
i don’t know anybody that says pouch. I think they are called fannypacks now.
Pouch is when you pout and then you say ouch. I don’t really know what pouch means, maybe a small quantity of something. ‘One pouch of potatoes, please’ yeah maybe it’s that. Pouchy douchy doo, Dr doolittle had a pouch of magic in his veterinarian bag. Ouch, choup,
The pouch contained all that he needed for the last leg of his journey. It’s been a long, hard road but he had finally made it back to his hometown. It sat practically on the edge of the world. He patted the old, weathered pouch and grinned to himself. The herbs and medicines he brought should help a lot of needy children.
I have been in love for so long and it’s all because of his pouch. He fills it with love, care, compassion, and loyalty. He never runs out of crazy things to say to make me laugh when i’m in a rock situation. I love it when i see his pouch. It reminds me of his love. :)
inside, I feel warm, comfortable, pouch. Cradled, caressed, pouched. Comfort, bliss, I soak you in. If we could stay in this warm nook of forever, that would mean pure bliss. Pouch.
i carry our love, i carry our friendship, i carry everything that i believe is necessary, in this pouch.
i carry the heavy load of my heart and all its fears of worthlessness, the despise of my pain and the emptiness of my soul, i carry still and never let go.
this pouch is full to burst but i cant unload the worst, still i dread letting go of the important aspects of my life, but i cant seem to depart from the pain that is keeping me alive.
no longer will i suffer, no longer will i stand it, the bitterness of my past has come to an end, and the perilous journey of self discovery has brightened the darkness of my dismay, the deed has been done and now my life has finally begun…….
Some of my deepest secrets are housed in the side pocket of a certain black pouch. All shame and guilt secretly stowed away. So that no one will ever be able to see the sins of yesterday.
Pouch. You help me in tight situations. For I can always look to you to find what I need. No matter what you have something within you that can aid me or someone else!
The pouch was opened slightly, and I couldn’t resist just one peek inside. i PICKED it up and looked inside and saw a glittering diamond necklace with a bright blue sapphire. It was the most beautiful thing i’d ever seen.
kangaroo’s have pouches. they’re from australia. there’s also the capri sun commercial that says, ‘respect the pouch. RESPECT IT.’ then there’s all kind of pouch’s. like purses, they can be used to hold various items in them, including other pouches maybe.
Pouch. What things can I keep in my pouch? Or hide? It is my pouch and I can only put so much in it? What will I choose?
green pouch that he keeps on his pocket. that’s one strange habit that he does. i dont know why he does it. maybe he likes the jingle of the pocket.
he is strange. with his beige pants
pouch on a kangaroo a little joey peeking out safe and protected from the harsh realities of the world outside a child who doesn’t know who to defend himself yet still relying on his mother for everything but soon will be branching out escaping.
The pocket like thing used to carry things whether its a kangaroo pouch or a small purse like pouch. This is a strange word with new centimental meanings.
A boy walks on the dirty road, nothing to eat. He finds a pouch dropped by someone. He can have the piece of food he’s been dreaming for days.
There’s this vest I wear, a Scottevest, which has like 23 pockets, including a pouch for my iPod and my phone. It’s pretty awesome.
a baby roo, sticking it’s cute little face out for a look around. What a great thing for a mother to have, a built in baby sling, no messing about with ties and clips and stuff, all ready for stuffing full of babies…
In a pouch you can find anything. years to come you will find something new. you may never remember putting something there. It is a wonderful finding to find a prized possession in your pouch.
pouch up an down i have no idea what to say about puch but its quite funny lol as hahahahahhahahhaha :) i think i like to puch even though i dont know what the word means hahahahahhahahahahhahahah oka y i think ifnrbndfkbvkjdfcbxvkdfncvbjbjcnkbfjvncnbjfcvmnbfgjvkcnbbjnfgknbv jkcvbjfkgcnvjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkklllllllllllllllllllllllvvvvvvvvvvvvvmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmlllllllllllllllllllllmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmllllllllllllllllllmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
It was hidden inside her chest, and she kept absolutely everything in there.
All of the fear, all of the dark.
All of the light, all of the honor.
The Joey felt he was old enough to get out of the stupid, slimy, “overly motherly” pouch. He was a big boy already! He jumped out and hopped away from his mom. Feeling a little overwhelmed with his new-found independence, he hopped back to his mom, gave her a kiss, and let himself be taken over by her maternal feelings – just for a while until he could go off and hop by himself again. She let him. She supported his independence, like all good moms do.
the kangaroo has a pouch for its baby and carries her with her whever she goes. She’s never without her baby for she loves it so.
The kangaroo hopped with strong legs towards the sunset. Inside her pouch was a little joey, drinking its milk. The day had been long, hot and dusty. Another day in the Australian outback. Joey peeked out as the mama kangaroo slowed down her strides. He smelled the air and took a little look and then hid back down inside. From far away they could see smoke. Smoke from a fire burning in the bush. Change direction. Hop away from the smoke, towards the clear air.
my pouch is purple and silcer with gold lining. I carry it to school very day. I carry my school books in it.
He reached into his tobacco pouch. The pouch in question was small, brown and suede. It rather pleased me and so I asked, politely, if I could have it.
“No you certainly may not” he replied primly, “My grandpa gave it to me, it has sentimental value”.
Of course, now that I couldn’t have the pouch, I needed it.
The pouch was red & yellow. His favorite colors. She missed him. She hated that pouch but it reminded her of him. She kept it. Everything in it. She missed him. She will forever be heart broken but that pouch with his ashes in it, she’ll always keept.