Antacid Poems - Poems about Antacid

...Brains and guts orbit the soul— that polar star searing in the marrow of being. I was born somewhere between Einstein’s neurons Ginsburg beat poetry, the birth of rock and roll, revolution march......

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...COOKING UP OUR HISTORY It’s surprising how food can change your whole life Bringing people together like you and your wife In your family gatherings there is food galore You eat a whole platefu......

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...Stuck with gas, no antacid had Santa as he flew Christmas Eve near Atlanta. When Santa Claus farted, the reindeer all darted. And poor Santa cried out, "Oh, Mylanta!” ......

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...It was the kind of day you step in front of traffic, then dare fate to fold you up in newspaper headlines. Oh dreams came true alright, but you should have dreamed about not being a foolhardy dr......

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...If I could have just one desire maybe multiples of sevens I would swallow my pride place it inside Up Chuck spew out the spoonful of defoul on a tablespoon sprinkle it with......

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...For one hundred and twenty-nine years McVities’ digestives have been eaten. They are touted as good for digestion, and their chocolate version cannot be beaten. Tesco, Doves Farm and Mark and Spenc......

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...you did not Cupid shoot an arrow and as if planned hit the bull's eye of my heart you didn't use curare or any poisonous frog's blood to drug or make me fall in love but now my h......

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... With a 7-Eleven Big Cup eulogy slurp And a McDonalds Big Mac pall bearer burp, it’s Big Boy Slim Jim holiday mourning time Take a family reunion picnic funeral ride to a cemetery last......

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...Ellworth Ant thought marching was fun With his good buddies, one by one Tail next to nose Never in rows But some days the odor would stun Ellworth Ant wished he could compete to lead the asse......

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...Meetings part one....A moon is neither a plant nor a weapon so never sit in a washing basket at ninety eight degrees. And a tick tocking plant is available for hop scotch games. Timed over frontiers ......

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...Meetings part one....A moon is neither a plant nor a weapon so never sit in a washing basket at ninety eight degrees. And a tick tocking plant is available for hop scotch games. Timed over frontiers ......

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...“Zoloft.” was someone’s loud, quick answer. “Yasmin.” I heard, spoke by another. Huh? “Xanax.” Was then offered. While these people shouted, I stared, perplexed......

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...today i found out that the sun has lost 60 pounds in a year today i found out that the winn would not give the sun medication to heal the sun's wounds just some stomach antacids today i wanted......

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...New Years Eve celebration Ever so grateful of redemption With overindulgence of consumption Year-end celebrating Edibles I've been craving Aha so much champagne drinking Recoup from stomach bloati......

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...There once was a story quietly told A memoir was embrassingly bold A lady took antacid For she was very lucid As antigas formula own tale rolled Lucid means here easily und......

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