Blenders Poems - Poems about Blenders

...Have you ever pretended a guy was interesting? Have you slow danced and let him sniff you up close? I gives you somewhere to go, if you decide to. Or given a little kiss—nothing slutty in that. ......

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...Look closely, feel the harmless heat enveloping black-diamond petals in the glistening garden of glossy geraniums. There, sprouts rosemary dreams from an u......

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...(inspired by ‘Dusty Rose Dreaming’ by poet vb) We’re powdered city girls heading into a club, bright orchids entering the hothouse spreading fun with noblesse oblige, qua somethings su......

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...red meat that is so sweet and yellow that's quite mellow but before you imbibe, make sure black seeds are inside from verdant fields to homely tables to big juicers and smooth blenders waste no......

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...Every evening, I could witness, in my childhood, Beggars, going from home to home, for daily food; Fear filtered into my heart, as though from fountains, I could see, within me, many terror mount......

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...For women men drop big cash To have them toothy smiles flash: If one needs windows, gets Sash: Blenders to tomatoes mash, Women quite free to sound brash! For handsome men – No! A Trash! Eve......

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...They lied when they said that in the apartments it would be different, we would live well with sandwiches and cell phones. All TVs vomiting colours and the problems the manager would solve. When......

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...both sides use conscience for a hook it's a con artist's suitcase fill your cup in the Ocean of Tears there's enough of everything in there toasters glowing blenders humming dogs humping on lawn......

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...Pointedly poignant points portend pointillism. Pontiffs pontificate pointless pointers ponderously. Pompous poems populate Pompei pottery potently. Porous *********** portrays Portuguese porta pot......

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...So much more I could say about everything from those days, the times at the shops hardly touched with hands out, but laughing for cash for the drugs. Or snowball fights with the men in blue w......

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...Though I'm not a professional cook as the title might imply, I can still whip up delectable fare in the blink of an eye. And to an oven or a frying pan I needn't be a slave, As long as I can open ......

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...The People's Coop is a warm inviting place, for some a reading and meditation and arts practice and performance space, for others a place to ride sleek bicycles with self-and-other improvement......

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...My closets and garage overflowing with my stuff, I couldn't afford to rent a storage unit because of the cost, putting piles of our old clothes and shoes in various rooms, one day I wanted to swee......

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...clove cinnamon for simon&dunkin tuna for garfunkel. wobbly looped spindles, hums tunes "holy mackerel". silent whispers alluring hoarding ajar. more candid topics, endorsed by chet choppock. ove......

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...Cup Cake Your favorite food is cupcake, so is mine I cover my wife Cupcake in layered chocolate The recipe is simple, defined with love and hunger She does not always use the sauna An oven h......

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