Gibbs Poems - Poems about Gibbs

Under the sun is the earth, a place for the good and the worst. Only to hurt to feel pain, only to live an stay sain, the mind is a weapon of choice, to live on earth with a voice. Only to speak the truth, living life drunk on the roof, my life is bullet...

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I am teetering at the brim of progress The self I spend to be of worth Is the same self that I had to earn And to what end? I ask, At what fee? The ones that stand down do so for free And all that’s left is work for me (Fr , ...

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good ol' gibbs good ol’ staff sergeant calvin gibbs (whose dick just wasn’t big enough at home, who couldn’t make it bigger with a big truck or a large stereo like the other boys), tried to compensate for it by joining the military & going to a foreign land, in his case, afghanistan--- here he was able to parade his itty bitty...

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In case you wonder why time is past and keep going by Since last we spoke again, it is my way to retain Some pride of memory, not crumbling the mind's eye Like old newspaper stained and littering the drain I would still read your news don,t get me wrong, I'm sure No history written now can blot that splendid...

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It was only a shed Leaning on the wind and your courage But there always you fed Each child with a special knowledge Of the world and its art Into them you poured your heart. And I, barefooted child Struggling to flower in the sun Drawn to your shade so mild Came with you, built on what you began And day after day we Labored...

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