Bout Poems - Poems about Bout

He Was All Cowboy With No Hat. I'd Kindly Invite You In For A Chat. I Don't Know If A Cat Can Talk, But... I Don't Have A Cat. Don't Bust Anything....

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Larghissimo very slowly; slower than largo Capsaicin protect the legs of cowboys while riding horses and when walking through rough landscapes. Leather is a thick and durable material that is hard to penetrate may want to use incognito to keep their personal...

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' 'tiz up ...

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. 'tiz mine think's ...

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My Famous Favorite Poet, One day, I'll write like you own it. Your gorgeously written sonnet, Mines are like bees in my bonnet. Words hum dimly and don't brighten, Yours float high, and they enlighten. All my poems acquire honey, They buzz about sounding funny. Each of your sonnets shines like gold, With words that glow, so all behold. My poems hid inside a beehive, While...

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Ello, Gwammy, Yea, saw the wain, Gwammy, Big dwops fallin’ on the soil. Dwopped fwom clouds. Aunt Jan was angwy. Said I get wet. But I took her bwolly, The one with the paint on it. Big bwolly so I no get wet. Went on the bench to see better. The soil got wet. Aunt Jan called me, But I want to see the gwass gwo. The wain...

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. there'z 4eyne ...

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. her celt tresses ...

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. it's the "M" ...

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Peaceful battles fought With no enemy aside, Friends you trust never. Wartime of peace Moments of joyous sorrow: Jolt of the mire. A race for life, A ring with no boxers, Bout of no sense. Wartime of peace Is a seasonal murder:- No foes in sight. ...

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. quintessential hern mitt's digits stroll mine dome'z mane purrrz 'round the sand mine think's see hern digit's fangz stroll mine ribz okay cowboy that sh!t "tickles" ...

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From the Book of Duration she asked me of something that I had know understanding in foing I refused to ask her to explain and teach me what I needed to know I knew my lack of the jargon would provent me from gurthering but do to the limitations of time I knew that to struggle might create the character that was needed. But her lack of...

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. "'twuz this close" certainly ...

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Seems a programmer wrote him some code and then told it, Produce me an ode! His efforts, mispent for to his lament, all its praises were to his commode! ...

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