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Prose KnowsA Poem by TTBoy28What becomes it showsas Heaven or Hell doth knowsIts light brightly glowsas often as Pinocchio's nose growsswitching scents from sulphur to roseburied.. |
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The B***h Who Stole ChristmasA Poem by TTBoy28Shameful disgraceso not in good tasteShe pranced and she dancedto get into their pantsOh the spell worked fastfor she knew it wouldn't lastJust a piec.. |
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KandleA Poem by TTBoy28How warm must the water bebefore I can easily dip myself in?What is too hot for my hand to allowsand to sift through the same fingers thatI long to us.. |
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Murdered in CoffeeA Poem by TTBoy28Fresh, steamedaromatic perfume engulfed my nostrilsearly morning after anotherwet dreamLaying there with my best side exposedunable to catch the moist.. |
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I Will Wait For YouA Poem by TTBoy28I will wait for youThough I am not well-likedI am an acquired tasteMy dark qualities mystifiesas there is a lighter side to meBut no one can write hom.. |
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He Came Back HomeA Poem by TTBoy28He came back homeAnd all the friends and faceshe once knew they all were goneSo, he settled inAnd for a time he wished thathe could do it all againBut.. |
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When Smarts MatterA Poem by TTBoy281580 out of 1600and it still means littleDaddy genius abandoned theschool he nursed leaving the housebehind to nurse herFamiliar bedfellows they becam.. |
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