a real American man
I'm a real American man I eate quiches, drink lattes, sometimes grow my hair long, occasionally feel scared, and I'm a real American man I hate seeing a boxer be destroyed,
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An 'ode' to Jack. A Poem?
This is a poem about a welsh collie that belonged to some friends of mine who went to Cornwall to work and took Jack with them.He was a friend to all on the campsite in Loo'e Cornwall.
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Figurine
Figurine (28th August, 2010) Captured in glass, I am art: timeless, wrought. They fired the sand and liquid made, then froze in place my beautiful, transparent gaze.
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Details
What shall a person say To prove one's innocence per say Like once upon a time a kill Was blamed on who was innocent ey? Well the story goes on and on, and to Save off the time and review
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Just one look...
Just one look Makes my heart race I start to quiver As your lips brush my face Your tongue probes gently In my willing mouth My nipples harden In anticipation Of your touch.
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Our baby
The blood that flows from between my thighs Should have been our baby's cries Instead it is my tears of shame My sobs of anguish, my heartfelt pain A blatant reminder of all I've lost
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Stars
Last night with my breath steaming I lay and looked at the cold night sky The stars twinkling, shining down on me All was tranquil, calm and beautiful
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Fun at the seaside
Yeah.. this was just something I wrote to amuse myself in a boring physics lesson. I know it's silly.
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The Night
Night has come, it's stars and moon, and silence fall upon. The roads are bare, and windows glare, the street lights all turn on. Too long 'till dawn, I start to yawn, images fill my head.
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