Best Gina Poems

They call her big Gina
You'd know if you seen her
She is a toilet cleaner
She wears a white smock
Armed with bucket and a mop
She likes to keep things clean
And is a real scrubber
If you know what I mean
She whistles as she goes
With disinfectant wafting under her...

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One spring break I went to Argentina
And met a sweetheart ballerina
Gina was her name
A Virginia dame
She was my very first Va. Gina...

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Gina
always lights up a room
a smile as big as a lollipop
smells fresher then new cut hay
loving as a new puppy
works harder then a beaver
heart as big as the grand canyon
the specialists person in my life
cooks better then sara lee
fishs better then bill dance
more outdoors then...

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Mario had an urge for pizza,
he couldn't find any in Nizza;
flour, water and salt
he mixed looking South...
then screamed, " Hey, Lollobrigida! "...

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Gina

In running through natures fields of green
Gina takes the light of day with pleasure
The sun in all its glory dazzled by her sight
Over all the other flowers
It shines for her alone
Sweeter in innocence above all nature
She keeps the warmth with wondrous inner glow
Deserving every happiness...

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you came back around
you gained a bunch of weight
whatever made you think
that I could ever stay straight
your personal problems were
here and there
you almost drove me crazy
prying into my life
I just didn't need it 
not the baggage 
not the prayers
you stole my friends
and made pals with
their...

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I know you can't learn from where I went wrong
And have to make your mistakes
But oh how I yearn for you to be strong
And able to live with heartaches

Live life caring, loving, being kind
Be true with all you meet
Remember sharing a happy mind
can make your...

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To Gina
When you have gone the echo
Of your presence is a phone
Ringing in an empty room

Dust settles on the window sill
And soft rain embraces
The lawn

The outdoor lamp wraps
Itself around a forgotten
Plastic chair

The stillness has no peace,
Restless I sit and wait
For your melody to come

A faint...

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I knew it was not Alberts style.' Namatijira with scenes so
Bold and wild..The name of fame it caught me though.!! Guess its
All part of (the game?) Noteriety,  quick expos'e yet I can't
Help but wish for better.' I think  art? (in this case specially)!...

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