Best Todd Poems

October speaks of death, I hope now she can rest,
And lay the soaring bird on down.
Underneath her clothes, only herself she loathed.
We've seen this done before. 

Together they manifest their cause, ripping with their claws,
Tearing flesh and bone.
From the shame inside swelling at her sides,
She...

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Dear Todd,

Thank you for saving so many lives in
Washington , DC.
A true American, you!
It’s heroes exactly like you.
Who make me so proud of this land,
As I stand under the red, white and blue!

“Let’s Roll,” you told your team!
As your stormed the cockpit, full of our
enemies,...

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from birth until this moment with your family as supporting team
the journey within your space/ time continuum stream
found trials and tribulations comprising the spool o yar existential ream

some incidents assessed in retrospect might now appear
as particularly significant undertakings – getting you grounded with clear
insight into...

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Dear Shari Todd – written July 29, 2015

While rifling thru outdated writing, 
     which virtual thumbing
     wrought non deadly chancre “FAKE” blister
(long thee envy o' this wordy mister
a reference to mine youngest sister
prior tuff fall lout dynamic
emotional...

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I would like to tell you
About Todd, our brother
He was one of a kind
Unlike any other

Todd played a mean banjo
He could sing like a pro
The group that he played in
Would put on a good show

Todd knew all about cars
Fixed their faults everytime
He bought them, he...

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I love Todd, yes I do.
Even when He takes a poo.
He is the apple of my eye.
If He ever left me, I would cry.
Todd is the one I see in my dreams,
but only He knows what that means.
He's kind of mean and doesn't think of...

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It feels like I have known you
for my entire life.
I truly started living
when I became your wife.

You've taught me what true love is
by opening your heart.
My love for you is immeasurable.
It's been growing from the start.

I watch you with our children.
The love shown on your...

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Well, it ... it's kinda like ... 
you know? It's - I - it's - 
it's a whole ... situation. 
You get to a ... a mindset, 
kinda thing. I mean ... 
you have to ... you ... 
it is what it is. Sorta. 
'Cos...

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No acknowledgement could be 
commensurate nar e'er 
equivalent to countless years (scores of orbitz  
of unexplored wonder) – left...
(with millstones around neck)

to atrophy on severe truncated 
limb mitts, now cause
for silent lachrymose as this 
brother doth brook a wake

his pained self actualization 
(particularly predicated...

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wing my loss) if grim reaper 
     came for das scribe as skew
ward poem attempted to infer, now 
circling back to your queue
ped ditty linkedin with aforementioned 
     poppycock poo poo
merely a hypothetical premise aye drew
 ...

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She's rather tall but her temper is short
He's sort of small with a jolly port
Together they are odd but an agreeing sort
She's Ms. Todd and he's Mister Tort

She walks in stride while he tags along
She's clear of mind while he's lost in song
She has an...

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Even though days of life lived with 
(all my children now grown) ail
ling soul of stifled for want of indulging 
in ordinary experiences bewail 
ling deprivation of accomplishing 
healthy milestones regret a cold detail

reminding me as aging process speeded 
as if an onset of late progeria fail
lings...

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Sing a song a sixpence,a pocket full of rhy,4 and 20 victims,made into a pie,when the pie was opened the guts began to spill,wasn’t that a tasty dish,it gave me such a thrill!...

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Romanticize a scene 
it falls in endless dreams 
begin and then you see 
that what it is is all it will ever be

crimson petals in a vase
lace curtains rise, open windows
open eyes 
kisses soft
whispers cannot compete 
of how delicate a moment is with you 

leaves...

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How could you discuss the Devil 
Sitting on a chair you swivel,
Thirty minutes pone still on Evil,
The picture your rival the Devil...

You dont reckon that he wont like it:
That he still knows how throats are slit,
 That you might  just be his next hit;
...

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