Bullring Poems - Poems about Bullring

...A fuming, fierce and moving target On yor species will you place yor bet! Aiming the blade into shoulder blade or beating heart all toreadors hope to throw that fatal decisive dart! This bull......

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...I think I'll work on my abs today Maybe run on the belt Work some muscles that in 15 years I haven't felt Like a player in concussion Like the caveman with no pelt, I coulda been sporty But fo......

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...Stalls with red plums, green grapes and yellow corn And bits and bobs in the market of rags. The Bullring was a buzz with life that morn Children in prams, elderly carrying bags. And amongst gi......

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