Kurl Urban
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Down Punctuation Avenue ParkA Poem by Kurl UrbanProviding characterization for punctuation symbols |
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The Twelfth Hour WhispersA Poem by Kurl UrbanI've always lived in the sky, amongst the stars |
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The IntruderA Poem by Kurl UrbanThe only acceptable intrusion, allowed. |
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The First Of SeptemberA Poem by Kurl UrbanWhat makes you old and wise is not the fact that you old and wise but that you are wise and old. So when you birthed courage you birthed us, so its no.. |
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Kenya UrbanA Poem by Kurl UrbanWhen I write I give birth to a daughter, opinionated and deep, a brown eye beauty, locks for hair, african at best. Her skin burnt from over use of.. |
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The Prodigal Son To His BrotherA Poem by Kurl Urban"What happens when an old age parable, still retains it's moral value but lodged from a different angle, the result is this..." |
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You lied when you said you were sweet.A Poem by Kurl UrbanSpoken Poetry |
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