Cancer Drug Poems - Poems about Cancer Drug

God the Creator. Who is He? He is the One that spoke light, filled the sea. Great "I AM!" That is He! He's anything we need him to be. My God, your God. God Most High! Reigning from the Third Heaven Sky. Our Rock & Redeemer, our Hiding Place. When trouble comes, please seek His face! He is everyone's Father and really does...

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Born stressed here, Peer pressure, pain, and no rest till next year, Blowing the smoke in my lungs that my chest fear, It's a mind thing; the pleasure is a treasure for the brain, Followers mouth left dryer than the dessert after puffing the toxic fame, Let me pronounce this man, I think he need counseling; probably by next week he'll...

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Smoking at Ipswich Hospital NHS Trust By Stanley Russell Harris The new mad author & A Poetry Soup honourable mentioned poet Once I smoked like a trooper. As that’s what I did be. Now I do not smoke. As now I’m out of the Army. Of course, life has its problems. And I often get upset. But I don’t need...

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Hold back the hour. Stop the tears from flowing. Breathe again untainted air. Take back my bones, my breasts, and race forward to passion once more Hold back the hour, before the ravaging of every sinew and fleeting glimpse of salvation, and forced pity encroached upon my earth Hold back the hour, before tested strength proves weakened failure and commitment runs a ragged road Before privacy alludes and birds...

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Nineteen years of age, lost amid drugs ? Going nowhere except towards an asylum... Soon his beautiful child, torn to be tattered ? Like time ripped apart; such abandonment As downcast eyes left emptied by a world, this place, bent upon sorrows; thus rent these walls Their rogues' gallery her Requiem ? Ghost in a machine, pulling...

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Her curly hair was long and bright Until that sad and scary night The cancer took it all away Leaving her sick night and day Doctors, IV’s, get well drugs Kisses, wishes and tight hugs Are taking over her life now Wishing that one day somehow Her life will be normal again Going out with all her friends Having fun, not being sick Searching for a...

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i admit this now am bold i was out of controll my life was snug i was like a buee could out no doudt now am scott free the DRUGS HAD ME...

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Shyloch, Shyloch Ye of crippled writers block Howl ! Hipster! Survivor of sanatoriums drug riddled needled dreams and cancer lobotomy fantasies! Drowned out by the apathy of X-Factor modernity! Shyloch whose machinery sprite faster through chemical brewing! And welfare states following entitlement scripts that harm! Shyloch whose crucifix and domed book wielding army! Storm the gates of purgatory and blood...

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From the time of my youth you have given me people only to take them away. Leaving me feeling lost and abandoned, like an orphan left all alone. Just once Lord I would like to be able to know that this one won’t walk out on me. Or that one won’t be called home to stand before your...

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Jealousy could be as harmful as a drug... It chases away all that's close without a hug... It's an addiction that tears apart all that's good... A self inflicted wound that spreads like only cancer could... When life is going well those feelings rain in like a storm... And it's easier to to get washed away then stand tall in...

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phases pass the day when i was young i was happy and hate was a feeling unborn colors where just colors fight where with pillows people had cuddies drugs were things to stay health cigs were candy sticcs problems were with parent death was playin dead life was full of joy as i grow older the hate ignites colors are your gang claim fight...

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There's a man I saw just the other day However I don't know his name He was of Hispanic decent I know But we never spoke just the same. He was talking to his lawyer That day about his court case I felt his pain and anguish As I looked him in his face. I could tell he was sorry for what he...

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I grew up shooting pool and dancing on the bar Mama said with enough buise anyone could be a star Daddy was in the back room chasin' skirts Mama was in the parking lot dancin' with Mary Jane just to mask the hurt I've spent my life walkin' around in a cloudy haze I'm taunted...

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LOOK AT EM CRAWLING... At the old Darreel pub out near Mungindi.... Trapper Joe he rode up, he come from Boggabri... The DTs were bad with this poor old bugger Jack... Look at em crawling he did mutter ... And his rolling eyes were slack.... Joe wandered to a sandhill caught six mulga snakes for fun... (mulga snakes most deadly poisonous)... The tie...

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Medical Marijuana Magical Herb, given to this world can cure so many things, you’d never believe it would from helping a cancer patient from starving the positive results from it are alarming it gives people a chance to alleviate the pain, stomach aches even a granny’s arthritis why would anyone want to fight this this beautiful idea of medical marijuana limiting the lords use for it, is intruding on an individuals freedom Cannabis Connoisseurs can...

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