Freelancing Poems - Poems about Freelancing

...sub standard, expect wrong eyes and damaged no checks judged and jealous at being the difference you couldn't fill us without my sanctity i'd swallow and until it bends im the pillow it bit......

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...Who wouldn't want to be their own boss, their own hours and have a life along with it......

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...explore the empire of the music mind listen hear absorb a teach-in master-class.. prodigy to perfection master of the signature theme of an arrested ......

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...When you walk on by, my heart quivers, freelancing in time with my muse Your light shines a brilliant hue from your eyes, dancing in time with my muse When you stand silently, echoes of laughter ......

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...Lady Of The Evening Former Godless Adulterous Nocturnal Friendly Sizzling Engaging Freelancing Partnering ......

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... The Dancing Bear and the Circus Ringmaster Went to the circus saw bears; Running, jumping rope climbing stairs; I see the dancing of the man, I think he's angry at the pan. He ......

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...Laston Simuzingili linkedin with this American maverick freelancing writing scout, (and word maven par excellence Matthew Scott Harris always ha sellout), thru Spoken Word route, a popular glob......

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...From the killing fields of pain Into a steady, melancholy rain Physically exhausted, mentally drained Conscience with dross of war stained Structured existence of automaton gone Into freelancing......

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...Faulty compass of drifting swain Freelancing on arid, desert plain Passion fires mind of careening train Burning loins long each satin sheath to stain Sculpted dunes seductive beauty do feign Smooth,......

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...Words that echo the sublime Each syllable resounds a doleful chime Accentuated by a bleak, monotonous rhyme That skews the cadence and scuttles the time Words that filter through, then prime Hea......

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...I could not miss your boudoir and starve of paradise Since that day when from Ellis Island I saw you Your lamp held to guide my ship ... the only disguise Your brothel nakedness still drew desires......

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