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Poem | Weenie's Poems
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You’re at the best WordPress.com site ever. When my fish decided to write a poem. He came to me with initial thoughts. Between you and me, I didn’t think much of them. Always a tendency to think I could do better. Anyhow, I knew of an evening class. Adult education, I said. Derek acquiesced. A small lady taught him from the front;. Called Marian, she was, with an aaaaaa. It was difficult to move the tank across town,. To a hall usually used for re-upholstery,. But I did it gladly for the sake of my fish.
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Cosmetic Surgery | Weenie's Poems
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You’re at the best WordPress.com site ever. Bitten to the quick. Varnish over ugly cracks:. Make-up your new life. July 10, 2012. Laquo; Bare Bones. Do you want to comment? July 10, 2012 2:15 pm. July 10, 2012 9:26 pm. Please leave a comment. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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Stick | aplaceforpoetry
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May 16, 2015 at 2:07 pm ( Poems. We have this habit of defining. The nature of our beast. And an eye for definition. Which may limit, or at least. Prevent us from evolving. In a helpful sort of way. To keep up with our surroundings –. The environments at play. There are countless endless junctures. At which our cells could switch. From those well-remembered patterns. To a stronger bolder stitch. But our stubborn prolongation. Of the sequences we know. Keeps us circling our shelter. June 9, 2015 at 6:05 pm.
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Help me to grow down | Edilio Ciclostile
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I buzz into your head. Vai al contenuto principale. Help me to grow down. Help me to grow down. Hi soul mate, asking for something is not the thing I love to do, but at some point it is required. I wish you’ll leave me a sign of your passage on my blog. In order to help me to grow down. Either a comment or a donation. They are both good energy. What will we do with your money? Improve this blog with:. A professional bilingual translator. A qualified graphic designer. Gennaio 10, 2012 alle 17:04. Gennaio ...
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For the Love of Jack | aplaceforpoetry
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For the Love of Jack. March 24, 2015 at 12:32 am ( Poems. Remember our Jack, who picked up his beans. And walked away from those who sought. To exploit his fear and vulnerability? Remember how he walked away. From agencies who smelt. An egg of gold? Our Jack didn’t give a bean. For banks who showed no interest. For as long as he had –. No, our Jack put his beans. In a medium sized hole. He dug with his own hands. In a good old river bank,. And his care for those beans. Even when they laughed at him.
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School’s Out | aplaceforpoetry
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June 24, 2015 at 9:00 pm ( Poems. If you live in plain sight of the school yard. You will never go further than home. When the bell rings your legs will not dally. But will tread the few meters alone. Though inclined to the path least resisting. Don’t be frightened of stretching your self. Take the back gate and go round the houses. For the ultimate good of your health. June 25, 2015 at 8:21 am. It was a mile from my house to junior school. I did that four times a day. June 25, 2015 at 8:16 pm. You are c...
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Bare Bones | Weenie's Poems
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You’re at the best WordPress.com site ever. Come to the place where the Bogie Man lives. Where the sun isn’t bright all the time;. Bring all the bones and the smell of dead sheep. And the thingies what thrive in the slime. Come to the yard where the nasty things play. Where the pretty would be out of place;. Bring all your gruesome and grungy and grey. To our party of nuclear waste. We haven’t much time for the optimists here,. For the people who say it’s all fine. To be beastly and do it in rhyme.
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Double empathy | aplaceforpoetry
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April 18, 2015 at 6:44 pm ( Stories. I glance, and how to be a man with powerful thighs,. Attired in far too tight a neutral suit? 8216;to be unsure of why he feels so sick. And all he wants to eat? An aging tin of fruit. Attired in far too tight a neutral suit. I glance and stride aside of some small woman. Who wheels a squeaking trolley near my feet. Maneuvering our empathetic plan. I glance and stride aside of some small woman. And guess she hurries home to aging cat. And serve herself tinned fruit?
