Best Rear Poems

As soon as we got to the county fair
The country odor got through my nose hair
Coz above some milk pails
We encountered cow tails
Which filled our...

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"England and America are two countries separated by a common language." 
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COME ON SOUPER'S LETS HAVE SOME FUN AND MAKE FOLK SMILE DURING SUCH DIFFICULT TIMES FOR US ALL. THERE ARE LOTS MORE APT NAMES ...

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'I want you to use all your powers and your skills
I don’t want his mother to see him like this
Look, look how they massacred my...

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On boulevards of memories, with you I walk
Reminiscing in yesteryear as I turn back the clock
And persuade the silence of amour to talk
As conversations of...

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Bellerophon was sent for by king Lobates of Lycia
And given the dangerous task of slaying the Chimera
A fierce creature like a lion with a goats...

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Away to Vermont on a Dr's appointment. Coming back and riding the Ferry to New York my wife Judy and I decided to stop off...

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In view of my mirror
Lately you appear
Smiling at me
While I'm twirling my hair
But you aren't really there
In my dreamy rear view

As I find fulfillment
In everything...

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The sun rose in the east creating a bright orange hue
Tom lay in his bunk thinking, can it really be true? 
The good townsfolk had...

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Ethan lies upon my lap
      in sweet and tender slumber.
This happens all throughout the day,
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Where modern Gladiators go to collide
Like solders in prison these warriors ride

Mono el mono this is how they believe
No smoking mirrors or tricks up their...

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He begs me to come, but he's run out of luck
You won't catch me dead in that beat-up old truck!
It was painted blue...now the color...

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A foggy Cuervo morning
I crawl out of my bed
Stagger to the bathroom
With a pounding in my head

It’s just another Sunday
Things can’t get much worse
I think...

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We may not have a "White Christmas", yet joy remains the same
I find delight in viewing candles reflected on frosted panes
They remind me to be...

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In my vantage-point the vast oceans are warming,
The sea levels are rising, while today is melting,
Cracking thick ice-shields crowning Artic, Antarctic
And ferocious intensity is churning...

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