Crash Course Poems - Poems about Crash Course

...Pulchritudinous virtual crime pulled off without a cocked hitch delivered me back in the dark shadows and the underbelly of the web, where impossible mission to differentiate the outer limits ......

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...And still his death haunts webbed wide world post American Civil War Preface: On the evening of April 14, 1865, while attending a special performance of the comedy, "Our American Cousin," Presiden......

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...some neurons are easily led ~ feeding on one that's sick in the head logic fails them the signal misread ~ out of control a cancer spreads thought consumed a mind misled ~ begins eating i......

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...THE CARE OF A ROSE (A Crash Course) Lesson One (Undone) Today we begin Not a sin Not to know Roses grow (Who will sow?) * A knot A vine A pass In time (Who will go?) It starts wi......

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...THE CARE OF A ROSE (A Crash Course) Lesson One (Undone) Today we begin Not a sin Not to know Roses grow (Who will sow?) * A knot A vine A pass In time (Who will go?) It starts wi......

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...Do you even bother to wonder anymore, When you look at the news, Or do you just chuckle to yourself, About the gullibility of some. Have you stopped asking yourself, Now you know getting the a......

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...Ford's Theater, April 15th, 1865... Petersen House, Washington, D.C. I admit to own a passion for the Civil War in general, and the life and death of the sixteenth president in particular bet......

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...I hate the man in the mirror Don’t think it gets much clearer than that Had a soul but let it go As I watched my life falling through the cracks From the bottle to the can Traded habits for t......

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...Breaking news this just in, Russian medics have just discovered a vaccine or cure for Covid-19 1 sprits of Novichok 1 cup if tea laced with Polonium - 210 Followed by a weekend mini cit......

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...Burning bridges & broken hearts Drug addiction is where it starts Consumed my life, just like a storm With my first high a thief was born There is no truth, you might of heard A lie was told wit......

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...Laston Simuzingili linkedin with this American maverick freelancing writing scout, (and word maven par excellence Matthew Scott Harris always ha sellout), thru Spoken Word route, a popular glob......

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...You want a million followers, I'm thankful to have a few numbers I can always dial In 2018 I saw my life fall apart, I'm using those pieces to build on I'm thankful I overcome my Suicidal thoughts ......

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...Petersen House, Washington, D.C. (i admit to own a passion for the Civil War in general, and the life and death of the sixteenth president in particular). between a hard spot of whiskey ......

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...the upshot constituted a figurative straw that broke the virtual camels back where yours truly fingered as scape goat, who meekly, passively, and subserviently felt the stinging cr......

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...Darker shades of wealthy black turn to sinking red, the world you knew abandons you, just like the nay-sayers said. You’ve got no leg to stand on, can’t reap what’s not been sown, crash course ......

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