Feeblest Poems - Poems about Feeblest

...Everything said, everything thought and done is stored in the subconsciousness of a memorable tune; a whole life was spent in search of gratification, of that sweetheart to convert this restless ......

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...The Antics Of A Yoyo Thief Potential life of as juvenile delinquent (ala bam mean future streetwise thug) stopped dead in the tracks – manacles the above two lines hopefully gives hint nearly ......

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...It might have been a zephyr only Of an angry mood the feeblest aired. But for what's storm-raised as a mind flash To be shook by must you be prepared. Merest of mere light soaking, you say Pit......

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...Now scores of years after botched minor theft penchant courtesy security guard analogous to inquisitorial trenchant unforgettable verbal lashing (suppressing me ululation to vent) unwittingly......

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...I, (though ye feel averse associating with birth father) attest, perhaps undeserving your vicariously quest regaling, surmounting, and triumphing storied Penn ultimate academic conquest affirm......

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...Offspring between close family members not biologically fit nor ablest even if direct immediate relations consider themselves best buddies, emotionally intimate, and offload heavy matters weighi......

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...The Antics Of A Would Be Mama's Yoyo Thief (now a penchant with less Zionist trenchant ululation to vent.) Not a peep passed thru mine - aye vaguely attest what ten? eleven? twelve? age of fol......

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...Sometimes in life we fall Rumble tetherless in the dirt All the victories won seem forgotten And only dust stands where friends once were. As strength was once found in praises Which now echo s......

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...With glorious primordial certainty the sun will rise, the sun will set; likewise you languish knowing what you're about, you know what is and isn’t so; yet, ultimately, you don’t. Chained ......

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...Now life spurns me, granite and absolute; flinches at my touch, hardens visibly at my voice, morphed to dry-ice opiate in my presence. Avoidance of the plague, ducks and dives prizefigh......

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