Best Antibiotic Poems

Oh look here— behold a dandelion woman
the original wild flower!
I go where I want to go
I grow where I want to grow —
don't matter if   y o u   say no

dandelion wine summertime
relax and recline —  remedy just-in-time
I’ll intoxicate all your...

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-Infected- with *PSD

My luck is tough, 
My life has been rough,
I cannot feel my dreams,
I dream of dreams, that can't be felt.

In the deep corners of my mind
There is something there no one will ever find
I close my eyes and disappear into a world of...

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Science can’t save you, neither can religion,
at least Popper and Niebuhr, philosophers and poets,
are entertainers, which is why actors and athletes
are paid so much. Thanks for the summaries.
I was teaching Shakespeare’s 92nd ridiculous sonnet
to my student who lays blacktop in the off season
Shakespeare bellyaching about...

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A confined territory with created identity from a spanish monarch
since established, its badge with monkey eating eagles, large shopping malls;
tropical fruits and coconut, dense population;
Conus glorianus and the python Reticulatus gets heavier.

Most defined Christian territory in its region
and a global production hub for nursing care...

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I think i may have hit rock bottom
I am dreaming about my problem
I guess to confess this reality
is something i will have to agree?

I will admit to this narcotic
No drug hope in antibiotic
Self-control is the key to be free,
but its hard when i stay so...

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In the main, it's a pain in the brain.
Now just try not to buy I could die.
Patiently wait. Think, my fate will be great.
Now I'm face'n the preparation for the operation.

Pray'n for grace. Turn my face. Think 'happy place'.
'A little prick', then a stick. Oh,...

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Common American Phrase: Suck it up, Buttercup

I shudder and shake with epinephrine as the needle stings inside my cheek, like a bee stings. I’m not a child, I’m a buttercup. The shaking rattles me but I relax until the next invasive… I see a bright...

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Those years were freshened years but the sea
Was filled with stomach cramps, and with burning tips
	Against the psychosis on essential truthful belly
Vibrating of dying fishes
As they were jumping angry over the sun's rim
as if they were a kind of greener monsters.

	A toxic light as the...

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Seven weeks and six days. 
I couldn’t stop thinking about the numbers. I’ve been here for eight hours. 
At half an inch long, it is about the size of a blueberry with webbed fingers and toes.
Out of wedlock birthrates among black women is seventy-two percent,...

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Reading captions besides smiling lips. 
Reveiwing lifesyles and basics.
 Choosing in a moment or over quiet deliberation whether
 to reply to a flirtatious glance. 
Finding, more and more, that I have little experience at this game.
  In its ruless, non-conformist, strange land.
  Where...

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Grab your gun, check the amo. Lock it back. Take a look out on
the world and fade to black. Go berserk. Lie your
conscience in the dirt. Let the pain and the anger do some
team work. Put your tears up front. Grab your mess list and
do...

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Remission

  The living  soft  redwoods rose up into the furthest skies
  Rough dark brown and grey pines stood like warriors nearby 

  The roads are always wrapped in blue and gray mist
  as large lumbering trucks and black Suvs...

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Presenting to the emergency room, patient "BB,"
a dad who swallowed a snow globe carelessly.

Out of ALC, voices crying, "YOLO,"
PO, he took a big gulp of fantasy snow.

NAGI, his stomach churned immediately.
He could hear little elves dancing with a BEG.

Brought to the ER unconscious with HBP,
HAGMA,...

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Horn Triopsis Seventhified 

Ingenuity
Accomplishment of oneself
Which was by oneself.

Should be true to form
And exceptions are extremes
Reality realm.

Provide example
That is purposeful driven
Served to meet an end.

Being pragmatic
Results in an open mind
With a goal in site.

Being flamboyant
Surely will be self-serving
True Trump self-ethic.

Sad when self-defiled
Take advantage of others
Self...

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Intimate Truth 

The summer of May 1963
in a small country home
full of trees and fields 
as far as you could see.

It was a kiss of warmth that day.
We all felt that summer’s rays
spray and sway our gay play. 

I was only twelve 
running around barefooted
with...

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