Bilked Poems - Poems about Bilked

...Our hot girl summer rolls on - like lava downhill or male models doing - anything. We’re in Athens, Georgia, yes, it’s hotter elsewhere - but you can die in the sun - is this really a competition? ......

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...Soul of skeptic writhes with agonizing torture (like a burning man) in Dante's Inferno Self immolation as sacrificial bleating lamb promises eternal martyrdom awaiting voluntary die hard protest......

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...Gott, oh mächtig, Trump iz on the warpath again! Glad for birth write to express views aware cunning linguists will apply figurative screws in an effort at blatant mud slinging ruse exercis......

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...Solo it came; embedded in the droves. They covered bodies with once whitened sheets. Assembly lines carry them to the stoves. Stench of death and burnt flesh along the streets. I am doubtful n......

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...Gott Oh Mighty,Trump iz on the Warpath! Das Don Auld (can hard tank tucker son of Carl, and leave landscape barren) calling out rigged ken tuckered hoarfrost race, viz demolition derby presagi......

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... A shiny penny fell to the ground, and the face of Caesar started spinning ear candy propaganda around Sparkling tales of a former, dark ale kingdom Oar barrel sales that spread ......

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...a limning rush of sinister fiery angry flames bent avast analogous copse, where every limb bough, bore full roaring furnace hot blast spewing weighty incendiary volcanic ......

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...PARODY. Disloyal throne of Kings,this septic Isle, This earth of mad disease, this seat of farce, This other heathen den of parasites, This vortex bilked by Labour, of her wealth. ......

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...Wimpy Butt Dimples, Wimbledon Bimbos, Damp Blimp Dingo, Wicked Wick Dip, Dick Whipped, Dim Brick Women, Demon Brine Bathing, Whimsy Wine Breathing, Debatable Win, Beatable Defeat, Weak Bees......

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...The farmer’s plans bilked Orchard spider making silk.... Red colored sour milk......

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...My dreams: wake, sighs, climb - ladder of stars I wake: breathe, groan, yawn - to sense of me I groan: tired, lone, hurt - webbed in wars A bird: cliff, flight, nest - feathered memory Mother: ......

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