Booths Poems - Poems about Booths

Taped to the door’s plexiglass pane, a portrait Of a Savior with ardent heart burning Sunlight invades with the turning of hinges Untethering the hospitality of Tony, the lone waiter His Brazilian arms are swinging doors, open to embrace He wore fishnet leggings to the Halloween Jamboree Leather corset paired with his jet black hair, Moving with grace at the age of...

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seasons shift so do eras moughal era british india era parliamentary governance era america;russia may make an offer to grow to next level but make india sovereign dependent britain with brexit may grow english speaking population to next level but make india again sovereign dependent china with another fusion sun and gunsmithing may shoot you down,make india sovereign dependent find leader in you rally to polling...

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the diners are silent, and close before dusk, solitary kettles boil, in quiet homes glowing in the night, and unringing phones. how are you today? is all we ever say, and one day we’ll all get together...

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I got freaked out the girl said. It was a wow. I stretched my dog-ears to hear “….store now.” She was sitting in a booth two tables away. I walked to the bathroom to peek at her today. blonde hair and light blue eyes, maybe a Norse? she was one of those cutie petooties of course. Her friend had taken the...

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they make your feet as you dance to the beat yes the sweat that you can best will stink make you wink but you toot in thoses DANCING BOOTHS...

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snow s around soon mabe at the full moon when snow looks white the nights bright and lights up the night and i got some loots as we shop and stop i bought THESE BOOTHS...

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theyer on hiways and biways some the worker or jerker but cute they toot in those TOSS BOOTHS...

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