Fringy Poems - Poems about Fringy

...Have you read the note? It speaks of the doom of the liquid element. An inclement weather, grey, and with the fuss of a bleached lightning, Besieges the tick of the clock. Must have been a bland ......

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...She has such a girlie truck, she must be quite a woman. How do you know it’s a woman’s truck? Look at the color. It is Fuchsia. So Fuchsia has to be a woman’s color? Um, yah! He is such a rednec......

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...His was, A kiss of promise A kiss of challenge A kiss of power And a kiss of doom Where our lips had met He was a threat, a strident peril And yet a strange safety, To which I held such visio......

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...In the 60's, dungarees (Not jeans, if you recall) Were worn with big wide flaring bells And floor-length they would fall. My favorite pair were cut real low, Hip-hugging and skin-tight. A fr......

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