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Anthrax Poems - Poems about Anthrax


Anthrax, and a Lover Called Cipro
'Anthrax, and a lover called Cipro' my true love you came an saved me with no arms of your own you washed down to the soul of me giving righteousness in the pit of me and i screamed out the motto dum spiro, spero: while I breathe, I hope and wonder why it took you two year to call out my name, and save...

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Categories: anthrax, anger, black african american,
Form: I do not know?
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Anthrax By Tom Wright 10/14/2001 Silently mobile, Produces anxiety, Offensive bacteria, Relegates caution, Emitter of fear, Stealer of life....

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Categories: anthrax, death, pain,
Form: Acrostic



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INSTRUMENTAL INFATURATION The piano man stopped playing when you walked in And that’s when I heard the brass begin The flautist was taken aback by your grin And then I heard the voice of a violin The drummer stumbled over his beat As I bumbled over my feet Then a sax and the trumpet came to meet And suddenly the syncopation was complete I...

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Categories: anthrax, music, song, song, i
Form: Quatrain
Sos, I Have Anthrax
Anthrax, my long unawaited nemesis you have find me once again shying and crying to be heard knowing you alone will be, my only witness to a death done by the hands of the, ones who by law can't not be named but, what should i fear? for death has found me and it...

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Categories: anthrax, abuse, celebrity, death, fear,
Form: I do not know?
Anthrax
. VAMPIRE FOAM fresh mist in one step gone before day breaks out sun blood drain from wrong cow...

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Categories: anthrax, animals, nature
Form: Haiku



"anthrax, and a Lover Called Cipro"
"Anthrax, and a lover called Cipro" my true love you came an saved me with no arms of your own you washed down to the soul of me giving righteousness in the pit of me and i screamed out the motto dum spiro, spero: while I breathe, I hope and wonder why it took you two year to call out my name, and save...

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Categories: anthrax, history, hope, mystery, political
Form: I do not know?

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