Best Hyd Poems

An unfortunate calibre is a turtle turning in a towel. Vast vistas vacate villages videoing vests vehemently And all the time the sleeping beast snores as the cattle drive by in their mooving mobile manufactured machines. It is never wise to sit and stare at...

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Sun's dry handiwork
Salty skinned sunbathers, stripped 
Sandy bones, de-hyd

Replaced watermark
With brand that is baked in deep
Pimping with long reach

Ray's Gaze, no flinch ways
Dusk don't need a sentinel
Has Fog...

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