Catarrh Poems - Poems about Catarrh

...Although its near Spring The Sun never stops at Stockport Likewise there are 1000s of wanna be singers who never made it, Fancy Dancer Courtland Picket was one such The daffodils on my table ......

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...It matters much who is in control: In a venture he is the petrol; To others hands what is relevant And fishes out those who gallivant; Workers warn to be not sycophant For treats the size of an ......

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...Clements’ Mazda fully in control Just crazily ran out of petrol, His Humble Catarrh out of control With obvious depletion of Menthol; Not a thing solved by mere vitriol Or plunging into angry pa......

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...It counts a lot who is in Control: In a venture he is The Petrol; To tell The others The Relevant, Fish out those who choose to gallivant, Workers warn to be not Sycophant: Those chasing the siz......

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...just take off a layer or walk around topless i am the archpriest eating sugar puffs i am the prelate eating bagels i am halfway in and halfway out the window the mother-in-law wants i......

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...Meanest Bouncer of visiting oxygen Like a scarf of coarsest jean, Ever keeping it and the nostrils at arm’s length, Displaying its suffocating strength. Oxygen keeps loitering at the fringes of......

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...... stalactites hung like dystopian snot from a statue her brain was frozen and formed ice in her mind a lacuna without inlet or outlet arrested in time mind’s skates tied up in bundles of ......

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...There was an orange tanned douchebag called Trump Playing hero on a bicycle pump When inflating his Ego Before sorting the Lego The great wall crushed with a flatulent thump ......

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...They talk so much but do little Yes that’s it, for that is all they can do When we used to walk distances on daily routine It was enough to say things can be made better Horses, bicycles and car......

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...MY LADY MY DAY My lady my day My sun mould from my ribs’ clay Accelerate, but not so fast Lest prophecy turns against forecast The sun with the sky turns blue I vow to see you brighter than the......

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