Bucketfuls Poems - Poems about Bucketfuls

...Today was no different from any other, Yet for some reason I felt sad and depressed. It began just fine and seemed pretty normal, When all of a sudden, a dark cloud overcame me and I was s......

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...drought reigns supreme across much of the United States..., where sorely needed precipitation necessitates affected population to perform a collective rain dance (decked out in electronically s......

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...drought reigns supreme across much of the United States..., where sorely needed precipitation necessitates affected population to perform a collective rain dance (decked out in electronically s......

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...Detailing delicate defecation debacle Otherwise wordily titled: pooped out after pouring bucketfuls of water into place of ablutions all the while skipping to my loo umpteen times courtesy ba......

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...otherwise wordily titled: pooped out after pouring bucketfuls of water into place of ablutions all the while skipping to my loo umpteen times courtesy bathtub faucet turned toward hot temperatu......

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...From my new Blog: ( A Short Page From The Book Of Life, Love And Bitter Sorrows ) A Quartet Of Poems, composed in four days... (1.) There Is A Dangerous Sun Now A'Rising There is a dange......

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...Bubbles of air Can’t you see Straight faced Documented memories Lies sprinkled on truths The misperception of dreams Nightmares haunting Sweaty screams Stare away I cannot change W......

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...Where am I now? I am with me To go down the roads, my future to see I go with myself, that's how I must go I don't know which one, the high or the low The roads that I travel, will teach me I pr......

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...She was there for me when i needed her Quietly moving into my home Went into  hospital as an emergency Leaving my dog alone. She had the  builders to contend with Meaning bucketfuls of tea to make J......

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...that has been, was so raven that you were hugging vanity for the deportation of death as a living; fake predicates of a genius like words falling as bucketfuls of lies, back to back coffer......

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