Flushing Poems - Poems about Flushing

Seems a programmer wrote him some code and then told it, Produce me an ode! His efforts, mispent for to his lament, all its praises were to his commode! ...

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What if you need to go on a submarine You're isolated for two or three months at sea Don't tell the fishies Pretend it's delicious And you'll grow up to be a hero like me...

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Appreciate your enthusiasm but I wasn't finished yet These modern conveniences, on our nerves they can get Auto-Wiping would be great Get a head start on a date You're probably eagerly waiting for the next gadget I'll bet...

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"Where you be from?" he asked of me. I said, "I'm from here, Flushing, Queens." "No, where you be born at is what I means." he proceeded to then ask of me, and I replied to he accordingly, "I was born here in Flushing, Queens." "Well then where you parents from be?" he then asked of me, and I replied, "My parents...

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Say Hey Jason Bay Where'd it go astray used to roar like lion and now you just bray Let us Pray Give me a break with your headache and your practice hitting sessions after 8o mill it,s too late for in season lessons It,s Summer Time and by now your numbers should be lofty instead we get...

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Flushing Money Down the Toilet By Elton Camp More important than what we make is what we spend There are so many wasteful things we need to try to end Debt is a financial shackle that very easily holds us back Pay eighteen percent on a credit card & much money lack Change oil too soon & buy premium for an...

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A huge hemisphere, a lake two and half miles long, many shady trees, cars on Grand Central Parkway... happy kids on swings and slides. It's very quite here, people walking and chatting in the greenest park, they're safe even after dark... it's the perfect haven! Nighttime seems daytime when lights shine on all faces watching a play, or listening to pop or rock... what a view from my...

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(for those in Kwangju: May 18, 1980)* after Dante Taking this peach within the mouth, the tongue hovers around its sunset skin like a lover and its Sappho sweet bite is heaven. A song of honeysuckled rivers is like your kiss… The night is in July. At once Platonic love is redemption or when the world is beyond our Kwangju…Please let the streets...

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