Dogfight Poems - Poems about Dogfight

...A long verse on an even longer subject The eye of most everything is money Their power over us is unsurpassed Hey, got the dough? May call me “honey” To get away, to buy me things, to have a bl......

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...Ability to defecate wildly swings (both ways)... between incontinence and constipation Irritable bowel syndrome i.e. the former excretory bout I address the above (polite way to phrase diarrhea......

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...Puberty set off affright seeding decades long terrestrial space flight freighted existential blight, wherefore from that attempt to live airtight many scores yesternight ago, I barely (ex......

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...Trying To Access Mine Excel Lent... Pow War Full Pointed Outlook As I ponder what to write today august thirtieth two thousand eighteen, thy ploy doth in vite a gamut of spontaneou......

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...You stole my heart and lit a fire You drown my soul with some ease of power Though fighting them now night and day The thought of you makes my heart ache Spitfire now calls my name in the wi......

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...I turned into the fight with a burst from my guns Please don’t jam on me now Pouncing unseen onto a ME One One Zero He’s gonna go down somehow My cannon have hit the iron heart of this beast Cau......

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...And when the sky turned light and rosy All started fussy fast and noisy, Line by the line had shown. Our colonel’s born as dashing fellow, Tsar’s servant; dad for soldiers. Bellow spread after w......

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...My first poem on the soup: Honouring the Wartime Dead They fought with grit to save the nation, From poverty, squalor and infidelity, And when they marched it was the Nazi’s or them, Wh......

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...They fought with grit to save the nation, From poverty, squalor and infidelity, And when they marched it was the Nazi’s or them, Who would suffice to keep their dignity. The Second was real......

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...I wonder what he was thinking, the man mounted on a stool, with his elbows resting on the bar, eating a Big Mac and sipping coffee from a McCafe coffee cup. The outside view he was watching t......

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...In the dark of night a wind took hold, With powers charged to shake the sky, By moody swings of gods up high, Their breath alone enraged and bold. In the dark of night history spoke, Of a worl......

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.... The betting and cursing, the shouting and arguing of the dockyard's drunken crowd rise to a feverish pitch and explode into a diabolical din! The blood-crazed dogs snarl, leap and l......

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