Marching and Knockouts. ( Part 6)
I'm transferred to another Naval base and start my "education".
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End of line 2 Susan Bottrill
The bedroom charge is an amoral act brought into effect by an immoral government, who choose to consider the cost of the pound, before the health and welfare of its citizens.
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brush strokes
Brush strokes are formed on a blank page And the simplicity takes me back to my childhood days Like the meanderings of a viola Taking the lead All my wandering roads do lead
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a walk down memory lane.
The morning sun glared from behind the silhouette of Hunched over oak trees, competing for space with The grave stones in the cemetery on horizons plane.
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God's Creation
Thunder gathered in the midst of the equator and an heavenly descent is upon us.
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Covered
It happens sometimes, where you know, you just lose it and actually mean the words you say and then try to cover it up, but the cover, just falls right through and you end up saying Fuck You anyways.
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Oh Mother!
Oh Mother! P K Routray A mother’s day For her I pray. She took pain so I could shine and reign. For me, my mother creator, mentor and sustainer. Expressing my gratitude,
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I Don't Do Love
A love poem - Some explicit language
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Immigration to Florida
Immigration to Florida
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Breathless
I’m breathless, Gasping, Suffocating, Winded. The air’s been struck out of me So I’m panting, Like the asthmatic that I’m not. I’m just thirsty for oxygen.
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