Best Third Degree Poems

Age gracefully…that’s what I’ll do
Going to ignore the lines, how about you?
Inner beauty is what really counts
I happen to love my drooping mounts

Absolutely no Botox...

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If you ever drive through our small Oregon Town
You won't help but notice the house that's run down
A man called Bill Disney lived there for...

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I dance when my eyes blink
I dance to touch your soul with an indelible ink

I dance when my heart sings
I dance to give a caged...

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Friends, like candles, enable you to see
personal faults through sympathetic eyes,
and never flicker should you disagree.

Even subjected to the third degree
they're loyal, unwilling to compromise,...

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terza rima

Years of experience, a discovery -
I can speak without making use of my jaws.
Prudence and patience are rudimentary.

Some folks get their kicks using scuttlebutt...

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Sniper hid vapors
tend to always bullet strike
with stealth air carrier accuracy

Silent noxious assault
pierced the nostrils
with oxy painful inhalation,
of the non-ventilated third degree 

Deadly gaseous arrows
hit...

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The Queen of the Screw Up's! That would be me!
I wear that crown With the greatest of ease!

So, bow down people, show some respect.
To the...

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First Date

You are taking my daughter, O-U-T!
I want to scream at you. 
I want to take you and sit you…
down on a bed of nails,...

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Eric’s revitalised me and my home 
Over his body my fingers would roam
He’s great at fixing and gluing
Expert at banging and screwing
I’m so happy that...

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YOU'VE GOT TO BE MISTAKEN, YOU MUST BE WRONG!!!
I cried so hard, for so long
Only seven, 
I’m too young to be an orphan
I remember it,...

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When we are together,
	I remember the things we used to do.
	We shared stories the first time when 
we first met,
	Dining together at the classy 
restaurant,
	Eating...

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“In the Box” is a police
colloquial phrase indicating
the interrogation room



As soon as I walk through the front door,
you start grilling me
Giving me a burn notice...

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If baseball were life and 
innings were seasons,
I'd sometimes play the Center-
a neutral spot with few extremes,
time enough for Short Stop dreams.
Don't care to be...

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eclipsed by a finger 
inflicting nothing of the first
second or third degree
still freedom's flame burns
whether I stand
or take a knee...

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It burns deep on the inside,
this fire has engulfed my heart
Downtrodden beat  beat   beat
of oppression
Feeds the flame 
of my 
righteous indignation

A hot...

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