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Bromides Poems - Poems about Bromides


Premium Member We'Re Flying To Prague
...The ache in my back puts me on track for a double dose of rum and cognac The pain in my feet I'd like to delete Pour me a double martini stick of cherry zucchini The throb in my h......

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Categories: bromides, drink, flying, giggle, travel,
Form: Couplet
Premium Member Meditations On Creation
...In meditation, formally creative and informally recreative, and in similar forms of conscious self-medication, and assiduously non-violent internal yet bicameral communication, In all these w......

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Categories: bromides, creation, earth, environment, god,
Form: Political Verse



Mean Mien Donald Trump
...Former CIA Director John Brennan scathing headlines Washington Post op-ed sharply published critical accusations muted excoriation slams Commander in Chief volcanic blatant pathological lying......

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Categories: bromides, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Light Verse
The Budget Is a Moral Document
...What goes into caucus and committee and what comes out of caucus and committee what dialogue travels the halls of Congress and what dialogue is absent from those consecrated ......

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Categories: bromides, humanity, political,
Form: Verse
Give Me Some Poison To Live
...Give me, some poison to live I had been dead for many years. I burn my hands on a flame, blank space has started talking. I am ill at ease – My lips are not moving. The pellets, the bulle......

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Categories: bromides, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: ABC



Give Me Some Poison To Live
...Give me, some poison to live I had been dead for many years. I burn my hands on a flame, blank space has started talking. I am ill at ease – My lips are not moving. The pellets, the bulle......

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Categories: bromides, art, black african american,
Form: ABC
Give Me Some Poison To Live
...Give me, some poison to live I had been dead for many years. I burn my hands on a flame, blank space has started talking. I am ill at ease – My lips are not moving. The pellets, the bulle......

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Categories: bromides, art, black african american,
Form: ABC

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