French Bulldog Poems - Poems about French Bulldog

...A creative process disguised as a French Bulldog has pooped in my mind-pot, where I was complacently growing small obscure weeds. Muse me, or abuse me you poetry bug, if you are a stinkbug, I......

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...He drew the drapes, nothing caught his eye it seemed that yesterday had replicated itself, only today it had chosen a deeper of gray tint. On balance, it could have been the color of stale puke......

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...On an early April afternoon, nearly three decades ago I waited to meet my firstborn, but time moved so slow Upon her delivery I heard the lusty sound of her cries It was in that mome......

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