Best Huger Poems

I woke up this morning 
to hear the sounds 
of trees in mourning
I herd the sounds of saws begin
there cutting down the  trees again

these...

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It was  right before midnight
there was nothing better to do
but stare out the window 
and drink that rum coke
I called you twice
 but you...

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It was  right before midnight
there was nothing better to do
but stare out the window 
and drink that rum coke
I called you twice
 but you...

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“We will change the earth, and make it clean!
All evil leaders shall not succeed.
Illness, death shall never be seen!”
Doth does man drool in his ignominious...

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Have I ever told you about my friend,
a mechanic by the name of John?
Oh, the countless stories that he can tell
of the hunting trips that...

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Christmases and Christmases ago down where the Camelias grow
There was a family whose money was low__not so much cash flow

'Twas the day before Christmas Eve...

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-I make mistakes like the next man. In fact, being-forgive me- rather cleverer than most 
men, my mistakes tend to be correspondingly huger.-
 
I've done...

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BLESSED BY A LOT

Come on, Come on, Come on, God!
Where ya at? Tell me!!!!
Where? Nowhere for physical eyes to see,
But I know where you are,
Not...

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Each passing day I'm  turning huge n  huger
I look ugly n feel sicker n sicker
I dont gorge down huge helping
Nor too many colas...

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I wish I was a superman,
-Or maybe a hulk,
Incredible, or huger, -Man, 
I could do it all.
I would save a day or two,
In my cape...

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Bright light, small city.

People here are filled with pity.

People here have false hopes.

People here are hooked on dope.

People here are believing in false teaching.

People here...

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Each passing day I'm  turning hugern huger
I look ugly n feel sicker n sicker
I dont gorge down huge helping
Nor too many colas I'm ...

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Recovering Adict: By Jessica Trotter
A.K.A BooBoo A.K.A The Lost Poet


I am
a teenager
who sometimes gets into trouble
a girl
who likes others
a red head
who has a temper
a bi-sexual...

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My thoughts sink deep like the waters in a well
My heart is heavy due to the uncertainties of tomorrow
In the belly of abject poverty do...

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So many gaps are getting bigger by the day,
The gap between the rich and those that are not rich,
The gap between the famous and the...

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