Candies Poems - Poems about Candies

Serenade me babe boy serenade me as if im one of those china dolls collection that you kept on your shelf and you cannot wait to broke. serenade me babe boy, serenade me as if the moon tonight is the last thing i would see before i forget you face through the darkest clouds of...

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Cleanfill and cement selected pigments of orange and blue a stiff chilling sky blue hue to create a scenic spektical beauty marks the walls a sight for people to admire perfection and style Phor-Lustoreteaze the sight of marveled perfection the lavishness and her beauty makes grown men crumble and fall her smile and capitavtivness make me more eager to call guess I oughta doll up for her since she so pretty and everything I bought...

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The corpulent witch was laughing herself practically sick. Her striped socks made her thighs look unusually thick. I stole the kid’s candies, and I had a smooth booking. She bragged this loudly not seeing a child looking. The child told other children, and they formed a plan. They tricked the witch into becoming part of their clan. We have her now!...

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When I was a kid and school was out, I'd rush home for milk and cookies. And mom would give me a note and some money to run an errand for her. But first I'd bike down this long steep ill behind the house where we lived, down I'd go lickety split, free as a bird on the...

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wispy afternoon here our special children drools on the elderly ~ sucking hard candies each of them young and old all salivating yum ~ from out of the purse of strange little old lady sweet hard rock candy 1/12/21 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021...

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The candy's in the dish ready for happy dispersal. Goblins, ghosts and witches, set for play without rehearsal. Clear skies, chilling winds blowing all my candies were easily bestowing but too soon, the pot is smaller growing and my want and need for chocolate is howling. Go way you children of the...

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Far, steps beyond the taste of candies And the fun of toys Lies the pain of youth The dismay of the world The death of innocence The stage of thoughts The theatre of pain Lies beyond the candies and toys Deep down the journey of age Amidst the turns and change of seasons There an ambush is staged By demons of time, that devours innocence Little one,...

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In the aquamarine tranquil sea, a huge torpedo ,shot right at me, super King was its size, stinky scent of dead mice, Brown spots on my new white bikini. Charma (Not for the contest,inspired by Caroline's limerick's sea contest..and by a true story,twisted to a tale:) Ps.I don't know if this passes for a limerick,If it does,this would...

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