Best Pullover Poems

In many times in my life I always looked for exits.
Could only get so far and I get pulled over in the intersections.
I called them the Hate PD.
Some of them I use to call my allies but I was to blind to see. 
They come...

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Destination,
         Tampa
                a college party
         we arrive

Finally!!

Carrying
       Coors...

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A collector of tin boxes in all shape and disarray.
the older the better but the new welcome too.

It started with a house full of buttons that i will play
look here that one gone escaped the pullover.

In my pocket I will look for the next tin
as...

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what a cool context
her mind is not pullover
dot into the brain...

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A large pile of elephant excrement is neither resembling a tortoiseshell coat or a brown handbag but playing dodge ball on a busy motorway could be considered to be akin to a wonky attic vibrating at over 10000 kilowatts a second. Dare to cross a...

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Tough love is not putting you down. 
You need to pullover and think,
Change your path.  
When you come to the Fork in the Road
And you do not pick it up---Then…
You trip…and fall…and wonder…
How did I get a fork in my head?
One cannot call for...

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ST. PAUL’S CATHEDRAL AND THE TRAMP

Thousands, perhaps millions of wily, desperate tramps have always been,
But this one far away across the seas was an unusual scene,
Lying on a slab of stone,
He had no existing home,
Thin, dirty and hungry, present in a place so pristine!

There are...

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Impeachment is neither a peach, a pullover nor is it a purple plum. And a sanctimonious swan is neither a swamp spinning yarn nor a spotty sporty spade. Ok then. Paste and post but not when out skiing for this is an operation requiring lots...

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Translation of « On est les oubliés » (They/We are the neglected and forgotten lot)
by the songster-poet Gauvin SERS
(For the last two years, this young unassuming Frenchman, full of verve and disarming airs has been making his quiet ways around the provinces in Pas-de-Calais and...

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Baptized in the Jordan



The preacher announced on the bus:
"We are heading to the Jordan river,
those wishing to be baptized
will get their chance."

Thoughts of being dunked
in the same water
as the real Jesus.
That appealed to me.

Visions of a wilderness
river, 
just like in those bible times.
Taking my cloak...

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I like the way you call me
I love the way; you care me
Every time you need something
You trick me up falling.

Please stay with me, don't leave me alone
Pullover my eye, please don't hide
Everything I need is, the looks you hide
Now or Never, not for us...

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CHEERS!
      
        Jolly jubilant Jack Frost jogs on snow
        Wonder of winter shows snow in white glow.
 
        Fun...

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BANG
BANG
BANG
A repeated rapping on my door..
Weary eyed and drowsy,
I lost my balance and met the floor.
BOOM
BOOM 
BOOM
"Open up you lazy bum, open your door!!" 
I gather myself after the fall, 
stumbling into the wall.
It took me a while, but I reached my goal.

"About time"
my friend...

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Sheltered in hot woolen jogging pants,
leather boots and a high-collar pullover,
daringly I dive into more poetry
and everything warms me on this Winter night:
the clothes heating my body, the poems, my soul.
The dripping of the badly fixed tap,
the ill-humored dogs grumbling afar,
the monotonous humming of the...

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with got turn on
mabe it was wrong
we was on the road
our boby has a hot load
we got in this clover
and pullover
mabe it complete
it was sex beat
\you can bet
was
BACKSEAT SEX...

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