Gab Poems - Poems about Gab

tis what happens when ya’ be kissin’ the Blarney Stone although I never did~ they don’t wipe between kissers and my wonderful wife said I didn’t need to~ my gift of gab comes naturally ...

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I am not sure when I was given the Gift of the Gab, I know my brother was first to take it out of the bag, As soon as he was able to grab. It took me longer to take a peek into the bag, But when I too decided to grab, I saw no reason to lag. I don't...

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I might drive you crazy and that's for sure, so please don't come a knocking at my back door. Serve me brewed coffee and soon you will see a wired Chatty Cathy. If you really want to be cruel slip me a can of Red Bull. Many moon ago when I learned how to walk, unfortunate for some, I learned...

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So much more of our souls can be laid bare, when words don’t collide non-stop in midair....

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There must be some mistake This can't be happening Was I born too early or too late Into this century I blame the generation before For not getting it right Who did they put in charge Whoever it was, they wasted their dime Leaving us here to clean up this mess I know we can do better than this What they were thinking is anyone's...

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