Club Soda Poems - Poems about Club Soda

...Uncontainable (Music playing) “I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord and I’ve been waiting for this moment, for all of my life, oh lord Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, o......

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...Across the valley, salted with the distant sands of the Sahara, I hear the raucous song of summer’s cicadas. As a counterpoint, dry Texas mesquite trees offer a sullen crack like old men requiring th......

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...Zucchini fritters Shrimp and Salads Noodles with olive oil and Lemon dressing Orange Layered Cake w/ buttermilk frosting Grilled stuffed Rainbow Trout w/ sausage and crab spaghetti and meatballs......

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...yam yam I went to the store to buy six eggs and twelve cans of club soda campari tomatoes smiling at me I love my negroni and can make a mean martini spinach came along to make a tortilla maripo......

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...o man amen club soda you taste good at two in the morning i am going back to my dreams and tomorrow earl gray or I'll switch to coffee with toast all my life I twirled a question and so I peel a b......

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...I am the Blue Poet. The uneasy man. Who longs to be loved, or just to have a friend. My heart whisphers a low melody on a faint, cool evening thinking of her. Once in my arms, laying on my bed of ro......

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...I insisted the jubilee amiability to stir up with twilight-ed spirit zeal of desires aroused as the silverly rays crowned me to pour out the gilded spirit. Earstwhile crimson years With some bichrom......

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...Tiny rockets of wetness profusely lifting from the glass to tickle one’s nose © Mar 06 2010 Charles Henderson......

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...Corbel vaulted said the bubbly flute Only newbies take the ladders and chutes Dash & stash the HatSheps suit! Thirty three feet and a forty, on the one. . The Muse started playing to the DJ’Ston......

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...(Dictated in the final moments to her son) (She speaks to her executionists in between her sentiments) I smashed my bare knuckles upon your painted truths “No, no visitors.” Understanding th......

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...I watch the blinking recycled content as it feeds my soul its cold Menu of merchandise and recently improved products with Blazing smiles and silicone. Spilling it’s content into the weak-minded......

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