Dingey Poems - Poems about Dingey

... He hunts the streets of London Like a jackal hunts its prey, He walks the streets of London All his tenants they must pay In the darkest streets of London His cold office is located, In t......

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...Pulled on the parka, and turned my face to the cold street. Half running, half slipping, piece of toast hangin' from my mouth.. man oh man am I late... Two and half blocks south down Jerome to t......

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...Somewhere in the dungeon of my soul was a memory I supressed, and a song, a scent reignited the place and time long forgot. And I remember leaving the cocoon we called home I remember moving......

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