Best Hullo Poems

Hullo, Mr. Reaper!
or should I call you Grim?
Let's be best friends, Mr. Reaper
My pals call me Tim.

Take me to Heaven, Mr. Reaper!
Where I'll eat my...

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hullo?
Rothko...

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Hello?
I like to get six + 9 ??Are you??????
schlepping writer,?? natural body and laid-back vibe?? 
I'm all about therapeutic touch via nuts and life of bee dogged...

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The place, the Twenty Third Precinct, Brooklyn, Vice. Detective Rodney Townsend,
The time, four thirty a.m. Report of incident, death of one John Doe. Ally on...

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Early in the morning
before the sun rise.
You wake up very fast,
and start your way
going to work.

Before you reach at work,
they call you very fast.
Hullo sweet...

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how much has been burnt 
the lips of the aalpanaa
by the heat of the blue letters 

the absentmindedness  
that can penetrate this flavour ...

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the call doesn’t come

waiting……waiting……pace……. It rings,

heart pounding….hullo!...

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One funny morning,
the man returned home,
after fishing for a period of time,
and he decided to take a nap,
but he didn't know the direction of the...

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Hullo, folks!
Do you hear me?
You didn’t hear me when I was dying.
At least hear me now, when I’m dead and buried.
I am, as you know,...

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Matthew Scott, Whar Art Thou *****?

Nobody, but yours truly
bore deeply and countersunk
his spontaneity satisfactorily
lightweight corporeal mein kampf,
didst more than baptize or dunk

cuff, which admirably aided...

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Hiya! Hullo! How do you do?
Where's your husband today?
Oh, he's down with the flu
And yours?  Oh, he's here
he's just gone to the loo
Nice weather...

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Must be a squirrel convention —
bushy tales along the way.

The road was nutty-gray.
Seven of them held signs:
Parking this way.

Hold on...I hear a knock
at the door.
It’s...

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Matthew Scott Harris, whar art thou *****?

The following admission
honest to dogness haint no bunk
nobody, but yours truly
bore deeply and countersunk
his spontaneity satisfactorily
lightweight corporeal mein kampf,
didst...

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One funny man
who wanted to dodge tax,
he closed his eyes as a blind man
to escape the road block.

But when they saw him,
moving alone on the...

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A nice couple. The Tale of Jean and William. Part 1

Jean Fallen was born in 1999 and had a lonely childhood. 
She grew up in...

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