Georgina Poems - Poems about Georgina

I have a Christian Friend, Regina She had never uttered '': Not for all the tea in Big China, As though it could give her Angina; For life ban her from Holy Sinai... Fears picked from Born - Again Wood Shiner And Bible Student Friend Georgina, Both of them passionate Catholics, To alter their minds lots of New Tricks: Among them planting cunning...

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Georgina Jones, eternal optimist, with a keen sense of humor. Never knowing where your creative juices will take you, A master of personification and alliteration, poetry boomer, Many poems in honor of your daughter, more than a few. You compare yourself to a gnarly old tree, I see you as a sage. You have a furry pet, so I am...

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There once was a gal named Georgina About sex with a boy, had no idea Thought sleeping with Jim Meant innocent kibbutzin' Till he accidentally touched her tortilla...

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There once was a gal named Georgina About sex with a boy, had no idea Thought sleeping with Jim Meant innocent kibbutzin' Till he accidentally touched her tortilla...

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There once was a gal named Georgina About sex with a boy, had no idea Thought sleeping with Jim Meant innocent kibbutzin' Till he accidentally touched her tortilla...

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Holy Georgina Mother of Regina Pray for me in this sanctified arena That I may escape your Hurricane Katrina With your scintillating fingers around my oesophagus How do I stop your wind and take a breather? Maybe it was I that summoned the phoenix From the ashes, Granted! I must have conjured your sleeping affection And swung you to the realm of suffocating emotion, Granted! I...

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(Continued) With careful steps she gingered along, as she hardened and felt strong. Tip toeing and glancing with stealth, She again began fearing for her good and health. There came a deafening roar from north, and in the south a jackal began a killer howl. The puny heart in her obesity got lost, as she dreaded the horrific cost. She now almost ran, and had...

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This is the story better not told, as it is too rancid and old, In the town of motorina, there lived a folk girl called georgina. She was fat and ugly, without company seen only singly. She was obese and poor, had to withstand villagers' jeers and boors. No parents she had had, Both were reported to be long dead. No siblings grew by her...

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Four moons rise in December, Cold, hard, white, Small, red, warm, Early morning after long night, Far away Korea bleeds, Betty's brown eyes hating Nick's blue....

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