Fingernail Poems - Poems about Fingernail

Finger, like so many, aims at me and then at something else. Finger is a small yet significant creature. Finger's addressing me by pointing, pointing to me, saying, saying without speaking. Finger sports a nail that may hold the significance of that creature, that digit: brown-ended with soil or brightened with soap on a bright-cleaning brush. One or the other (as they say). Finger will...

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Make up, it clogs the pores and makes skin flake. Why not go natural for goodness sake? deodorant, soap and water serves you fine, and a little body odor most people won't mind. razors, they nic and cut and cause a bleed, if hair grows there just let it be. hairspray, it's bad for the lungs, best do...

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The fingernail moon laid back in its cosmic lounge teasing the frigid night. Silent roadside fields covered in residue snowflakes, glittered under the reflector’s reflections. Feeble light sent serene warmth— the soul rendering toleration of the reality of winter’s merciless chill. The beautiful strangeness of nature is often beyond comprehension; yet remains a cherished mystery to behold....

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The fingernail moon laid back in its cosmic lounge teasing the frigid night. Silent roadside fields covered in residue snow flakes, glittered under the reflector’s reflections. Feeble light sent serene warmth— the soul rendering toleration of the reality of winter’s merciless chill. The beautiful strangeness of nature is often beyond comprehension—yet remains a cherished mystery to behold....

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fingernail moon. . . all that's left of the argument...

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