Foisty Poems - Poems about Foisty

...The brazen wind flows through the naked trees, where multitudes of scrawny fingers attached to stout limbs conduct the aria. the trill of the dawn awakes the sedulity… a wee tad foisty Wi......

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...Water in a bubble bath Forms a tide A ring of salt When the plug is pulled If baby oil is used And the towel won't dry If it is folded up for aesthetic effect And the milk goes sour And th......

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