Gnow Poems - Poems about Gnow

...I’m wrying to trite poetry, I’m doing it all the day, Wrying to get the turds out, To must jean what I say. Rumtimes the syme hust jappens, Other wimes it’s tierd, And the jeaning is all mumb......

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...SONG OF THE EVENING In a lullaby song of the evening. In the background a cricket sings, corellas fly past, to their resting tree high upon silhouette wings. Red sky widens and covers the w......

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...Here I lay holding out my hands My scars are visible But you know what I cant't stand? Your selfish acts kill my soul Drown me in your wants and lack of self-control For I lay here lifeless and......

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