Can Opener Poems - Poems about Can Opener

...Hiking Hannah wondered about hundreds of hikes in her wonder journals. She's been to Kansas to see sunflowers and Iowa to see corn kernels. Her cousin asked. Are you going to Europe- namely Italy a......

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...I am AI I think I can I can AI It's sealed within me I will AI Only when The cupboard is bare And the can opener is handy My AI is canned, as primordial soup Campbell's.......

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...A door made from the haphazard weaving of wood, rust, and ivy. Smudged newspapers flap their wings in a wayward wind. Bird feathers emerge from wet claw prints. Faded condoms spill to feed the m......

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...April fools' occurs first day of fourth month Ordinarily all manner of tomfoolery doth abound, celebrated for countless centuries by different cultures, though exact origins remain shroud......

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...It could simply be a midnight musing, where these ears are not! A life floating in NAY-Nay sound is also a simpering one, throughout! I call it: Just a “mood swing”, and it feels overwhe......

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...A door made from the haphazard weaving of wood, rust, and ivy. Smudged newspapers flap wings in a heaving wind. Dead birds emerge from wet print. Once full condoms spilled now to feed the mout......

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...Be prepare like the busy ants store food for any catastrophic event From famine, war, or worse yet being run by a democrat Have guns and ammo and medical supplies but the word to the wise Eme......

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...I sing this song of high misadventure The tale of a lonesome cattle rancher Who set out on a grandiose venture, And promptly lost his upper denture. He struggled mightily with a T-bon......

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...I pack the backpack then empty it count again what I need, discard the unlikely, the unnecessary accessory. I pack the backpack shoulder it, adjust the straps remember to add a usef......

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...I pack the backpack then empty it count again what I need, discard the unlikely, the unnecessary accessory. I pack the backpack shoulder it, adjust the straps remember to add a useful thing......

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...Your so good to Paradise you'll go But I think there is something you should know You can can my soul and take it with you For your allowed an item or two So down on earth a heathen I can jest ......

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...Dog Tags By David J Walker My Dog-tags remain chained Still hanging On a hook inside my Closet door For years now The same Except for the occasions that Remind me of why I Wore them......

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...Cat lights on the table, bling! Can opener growl to open a tin Tuna glide pounce for a troubadour sing Cat stretches full length A paw to each shoulder A nuzzle to my neck now bolder Soft blend......

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... "The Faces of Man" The faces of Man transformative held in the hand of Mephistopheles blood sells white and red pontificating with two ......

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...A door made from the haphazard weaving of wood, rust, and ivy. Smudged newspapers flap wings in a heaving wind. Drowned birds emerge from wet print. Barren condoms spill to feed the mouths of em......

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