Cast Iron Poems - Poems about Cast Iron

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Soil with sabrino, boil with babinoes white Fire of witches, fire with switches bright I gaze into your depths, feeling amazingly light Wondering what dish you will bring me tonight Soil with sabrino, boil with babinoes red Fire of the ghouls, the ghosts, the goblins and the dead. My mind concentrates on the powers you have over me. I am ready to...

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You drove me a little wild. So sexy So mysterious So I poured my lust on you Just to see if you could handle me I watched it seep into your pours I saw it stain your skin Like a rusty rosé I licked it off your neck. You drove me a little wild So smart So strong So I laid my cast iron crush on you Just...

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Cast Iron the unfamiliar sound rolls on and on a sack of words vultured to bloody shreds food for the entropic mist cold then quick...

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I imagine when you first see it…all you see an old cast-iron pan…you don’t see where it’s been…you only notice the outside…not the history within. But every time we use it…we handle it affectionately…because when we pick up this old cast-iron pan…that…is exactly what we see. Some of this pan’s history we know…the rest we must infer…it...

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This story is one of great rapport About a boy and a pasty long told evermore And an auntie who really couldn’t cook Who made a pasty right out of a cook book But alas the recipe wasn’t all it seemed As it was shared around as the China gleamed It didn’t take long for their bowels to work As toilet...

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