Engine Block Poems - Poems about Engine Block

...He is cranking up the old rusty engine again, but all that work is in vain, sweat is running from his anxious face and grease is spilling all over the place. There he goes again with his tool bag and......

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...Gaggles of ghetto girls mollycoddle, dandle cranky babies; some cradled on arm and hip, some hustled along on low-rolling rides. Granma’s noodle their talk together with headshakes, busy body elbo......

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...She was big-boned. Her spirit a fine-spun sprouting of prairie brome threaded through moss and engine block. Her home was a pine and beatboard camp for wayward cats. She would discourse from he......

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...I never even drove till I was maybe twenty-five, but then I learned, and so we bought a car for me to drive. For fifteen hundred dollars, I got a crap sports car with color kind of pink. That Mo......

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...The day after Thanksgiving I didn't have to work So, I decided to do something which was kind of a quirk. I thought I would do some early shopping For those Christmas gifts that would be eye pop......

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...There is no such thing as silence And no place left to be alone. Our communication highway has become An inescapable irritating noise An incessant ringing in one’s ears No longer just the tickin......

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