Babbit Poems - Poems about Babbit

...“My name is Jonathan Mellis, I'm solitary confined In a D.C Jail, where they destroy your mind They call solitary confinement “the hole”. They drop you in and let time erode your soul. It’s ha......

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...A perky young lady named Babbit found humor in teasing the Abbot. She thought ’twould be fun to dress like a nun, but he got her out of the habit.......

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...My shower was quite commonplace. I'd always start out at my face And carry on south To my feet from my mouth At an even and moderate pace. But I used to be bold! I won't have it To be such a ......

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...Diane Aging - gracefully, contemplating life - past, present, future, holding tight to memories - what was, what is yet to be, grateful - for everything - ju......

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...In Simple words The devil has no horns She wears smaug balm, Oh, Lord of the Rings She sleeps in El Dorado Street, the Hotels of Svengali She lives on Babbit lane, and reads Currer Bell She lov......

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...Incomprehensible space/time continuum intrigues... One insignificant, infinitesimal incomprehensibleness cosmic speck, who doth readily confess swallowed within infinite cosmic wormhole, non......

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...Tell me how did we get here at a swishing swapping party? (The voices echo in emptiness) Bubbly cheerful and happy, naked and raw forever bachelors Larry and Harry, and the ho......

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...(Shuffling with Shel) Ode to Shel Silverstein The master taps across the stage Wiggling rhymes upon his page Tapping, leaping, letting go Silly poems that steal the show. Heel, shuffle, ......

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...Christmas Day Comes Christmas day comes just once every year long and anxiously awaited but always anticipated then suddenly, surprised it's here. Preparations complete and done as......

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...So much thought to choose from, the garden grows well in the rain and sun. Through the window I can see the dance of leaves upon the tree but in the overcast of cloudy gray there is a haze......

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...Abalones, Babbit of abalones, Containing lots of them; Designed artistically, Enough of them though have cracks. Few of them are too shinny to glare, Good enough to back your stare. Huge enoug......

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