Bushing Poems - Poems about Bushing

...I can feel it, talking to me silently My words pause, as if itself was thinking Telling me how it feels I live and write Darkness alive as if light lives I know death, I am not afraid Spiri......

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... WheelWright By: Tom Wright 7/23/2006 Like a wheelwright’s newly finished wheel Each spoke intact in the beginning, But as the Wright wheel rolled through life Spokes loosed from a ......

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...I ) ( ¤ …shh bashit cashit dishit dashit no tp bushit hushit gashit hashit lashit sashit wishit would come now pushit pushit some more ......

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...The other fantastic day, I met my dear lovely friend, A King of the Jungle We hugged each other Jasmine, the poet of crows was bushing Her long black nib to write a honk style poem Gag Gag Hars......

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...The other fantastic day, I met my dear lovely friend, A King of the Jungle We hugged each other Jasmine, the poet of crows was bushing Her long black nib to write a honk style poem Gag Gag Hars......

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...There was a fine marm from Bushing who bare bottomed, pushed into a cushion while half asleep her children in creep and woke her with all of their shooshing!......

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...My father's abeng blew up my mother's womb And I was chained there Nine months in darkness drinking blood Longing for my resurrection from the tomb Longing to break the chains Holding me before ......

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