Cig Poems - Poems about Cig

...She was incognito, so I pretended not to recognize her that day. It was the little female turtle who lived down in Oyster Bay. As a disguise she was wearing round granny glasses and a pink wig. I ......

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...I don't like anyone, especially you. Some are still up in the clouds, next to you. My eyes avert you, down on my knees Drink till I ache, ditsy-stole knock on the red door I don't even like you,......

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...Persnickety pig, persnickety pig Would you like to smoke a favorite cig? Cancer chances are amazingly big He is being tempted by his cousin Quig How about alcohol? Please take a swig. Come her......

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...I think his iris is timid in sight, Find him his cig, its light. Its lit tip is in its crib, I did right to fight with his timid skin in sight. Sight this lid, I dig, I did. His nick is with him......

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...On a whim a black lab waited where other people do. At a bus stop man created, he smoked a cig too. His paws outstretched ready to pounce onto the shuttle of spluttering fumes. He'd ran away ......

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...One of soft summer evenings is fading and passers go by Cappuccino in hand and a cig, you relax in delight Sick and happy you sit, and it must be your favorite style Or at least that's the way I r......

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...Changes, for the sake of nation! Better take it as a child Takes new toy, in pure elation Happy with its childish mind What was settled, gone forever Reconstructed for a change All that looked......

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...For a St Patty’s day jig I need a pink pig. His dog was irritated. His name was Quig. I can dance a jig, just give me a swig. His master shook his head, off popped his wig. I need a jazzy curly......

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... A Florida Man was in court defending an arson report. A lawyer for hire, his pants caught on fire; at least he now understands tort. Denying the arson attack, he need not be bothere......

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...Time took a running start and kicked me in the back Breaking my C-2 Vertebrae. No biggie. I have had worse. I take a swig on my cig. Neck brace? Sure. Why not? Time slams a Chevy into the back ......

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...The wind serpentines my hood against my cheek the embers of my half smoked cig jettison the greyed darkness in a flurry brushing the collar and shoulder to remove the silencing ash shivering in ......

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...The blues black canvas Night scares emerald Blizzard's fire Sunlight so dire Cliff dwelling mountain goats In the golden hour mooing like cows While well endowed Mountain town Smo......

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..."A Cemetery Tale " I stay away from the cemetery at night for that is where he lives I call him the Demon head, and he has horns of alabaster calcite every time I visit my friend's gr......

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...Let the music move you, it knows who you are. The hands by themselves play, you're a shooting star. The lights shining on you, they call for, "The Big". A cape on one shoulder, a mouth-hanging c......

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...Yeoman throw On another Cigarette to Fuel the Fire Yeoman Throw on Another Cigarette To fuel The fire Yoe Man E Throw ......

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