Bret Poems - Poems about Bret

...The stone shoulders of the waterfall are covered in graffiti, letters and symbols daubed onto small cliff faces Gang tags I guess; covert proclamations. Apparently Janice loves Bret also. Yet......

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...I dreamt of sending a spiritual invite but only could arrange to hold it at night. The famous gentleman card players who came all met to reveal more of this powerful game. Since I was the only ......

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...No tray Today! ‘Tiddles’ Piddles On floor By door Cat shat On mat! Squitty Kitty! Owner moaner Cleans mess.. Distress Cat ill Got chill Sees vet Named Bre......

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......He turned back to see all four of his gang staring at him, in anger and shock. “That boy was worth thousands,”seethed out mad Bret, his hand shifting towards his rifle stock. Chester pull hi......

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...In the desert waste Chester Miller looked out, saw the rest of the gang riding back slow, fresh from the bank job in Copperstone Creek, a place that Chester could dare not go. He’d spent his te......

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...It wasn’t that long ago that the idea of tearing down Confederate statues, spitting on the legacy of Christopher Columbus, and even declaring the national anthem a poem of oppression would have been ......

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...I grew a beard to not have to shave, I grew a beard to age, Ripe in color, Brown, black, red and Silver entwined, I grew a beard, now the kids think I want to be Bret Favre, I grew a beard so I ......

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...Don Pardo: Born: 1918-02-22 - Died: 2014-08-18 He’s been gone from SNL We heard he wasn’t feeling all that well Don Pardo’s number came around The Lord was calling “Come on down” Lauren Bacall......

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...i dreamt a dream the other night where up was down and left was right fox news was gone all anti Bush Obama now there latest crush Bill O Reilly was campaigning to free Bradley Manning Shepard Smith ......

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...Come take all away this home of my toil rip it all down leave only the soil At 10pm Saturday you showed me the way to discard this life to force a new day I urge on the winds jumping wit......

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