Best Vise Poems

Have you ever thought back and remembered a time,
when poor judgment nearly cost you… your prime.
There were fifty-22 cal bullets in the ammo box I found,
 mishandling Remington’s bullets… could put you in the ground.

Putting the box in my pocket, thinking what should I do?
Squeeze...

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Mama vise-grip had but two meals left for her little baby brights. 
Her wrenches were beak up, waiting for her to do the right thing.
Being a mama, she knew she had to give them the last two bites. 
They gulped down their meal eagerly and...

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