Gal Poems - Poems about Gal

A deceitful person is a awful character Dare I say who to which describes such a charter who is this that shares such traits Spoken as evil and In such a debates Calm the shores When clouds bring rain She said she did it If I am to believe such things the lines are drawn with a perfected mention Stand down Bouis' Stand at attention Who is the ah-soothing figure Said...

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III. Shorty Rico continues. D. She withholds the fact that Shorty Rico's ex- Female friend was pregant and had moved away. She became pregant and disided to ...

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I’m a single gal who’s not looking for love I’m a single gal who goes for the dreams I dream of I’m a single gal I like to spend time with me I’m so into my own goals and dreams I don’t want anyone I’m at peace Finally I’m living the way I want and prioritizing myself My life is...

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Stella not a gal yelled for in passion but a guy passionately painting my eyes go back and forth in lines and curlicues in lighting and floral propensity irises flicker voyaging North and South East and West without rest strange fountainlike fantasy links with my mind birds intertwine vanilla egrets alongside imitate the Madonna shape or three robins rest inside a pondlike flamingo blossom then into the future battle of lights Stella the guy sees the light I seize the light ...

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Cranberry garlands the Christmas tree Piña empanadas and gifts of filigree Children’s faces aglow Kissing ‘neath the mistletoe Midnight mass tradition with family Flights have been cancelled call the...

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Nice shoes and a fancy saddle a beautiful horse a gorgeous, gorgeous horse! Oh to be, love and excepted a graduier way for me to feel a gaudy way for self expression the silk you see is for real owning and caring for the whole ordeal shined my shoes they shine like polished steel people of this hemisphere an earthy more healthy way to play to sing from such a...

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There is an odious gal named Meryl Go meddling with Meryl at your peril She bites where it hurts And calls it her perks For being an adventurous rebel. Meryl once bit a fella on the neck He said “dear, I only asked for a peck” So peck she then did And charged fifty quid He shot off at once and said “I’ve...

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The ungrateful Birthday gal 1.Tap, tap, tap, I watch the wax melt from my birthday candle. Decorations, people, music and cake; Cynthia helped with the food, and Elcilia to bake. I wore a knee-length dress in your favorite color, purple. 2.Something strange happened this year, Like the story of the tortoise winning the race with the hare. For once, I was...

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Who has soiled the representation of these people with songs they shall speak me She said before an audience of musicians. The flutist and bassoonist are engaged, they have engaged in grinding and rumba. Might she who wishes us apart speak of some religious definition that will trouble these people apart. That her concern and devoted meddling shall have us divided from her need of meddling..... They Snuck away to a...

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Such a round cute torso fin on curly haired mermaid gal named Lee The other mermaids said wow! I wish I was Rubenesque like she Lee can swish her tail and stir up bubbles from the bottom of the sea. She heard them and giggled with happiness, feeling loved and free. ...

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I’m a really big gal from Africa. My legs are like pillars and a trunk and tusks I’ve got. You’re safe with me; I don’t eat meat. I hang out with my gal pals. We socialize a lot. I focus my attention on the children of my group. For about three years my own calf’s like a jewel. We’re smart, and...

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My lady the time is drawing near, Soon the answers to all your questions to my absence will be made clear. No, I truly did not want to go, It wasn't my choice this I have to let you know. I always held in my mind that sweet memory, Of the mountain man and the gal from...

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There once lived a gal whos name was Eve she was married to a man named Steve she owned a pet spider that she called slow Rider quite often he slept inside her sleeve Brushing their toes as he crawled aside there were so many places to hide inside her...

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Times Gal Give it back she demanded He took the small barrel Off the table of her 22 pistol Saturday Night Killer being cleaned Or it wouldn't fire as dirty This gal was bad ass All the effing way She cut the metal tips Off the 9mm slugs Making them dum dum bullets Took your face off A mess like a 22 slug Tho laughed at lethal Like the...

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