Grinders Poems - Poems about Grinders

...(Heavy Trap Soul Beat Drops - 808s Deep, Melodic Synth Pads, Snare Rolls) (Verse 1) Yo, uh, stepped in this , drippin' like Poseidon Neck froze, wrist froze, yeah, my diamonds speak volumes, no ly......

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...The reasons why ink’s sometimes bled do not always have to be said, but here is the gist: this helps climb the list of grinders, some live and some dead. Some feel that last line’s in poor tas......

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...My eyes stare straight, fixated on something in the distance, humming a song that would send chills, if you ever got the chance to listen. A padded cell and a straitjacket, the doctor giving ......

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... ~ To the tune of: 'Where Have All the Flowers Gone?' ~ Where have all the comics gone Long time passing Milton Berle and Alan King Long time did their thing......

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... Now is the time To connect with your Creator. Time is not waiting, A little g......

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...Like puppeteers organ grinders will always exist; there can never be a last; there’s an endless supply of monkeys, and sheep.......

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... The street organ grinder was a musical novelty popular in the 19th century. It consisted of a barrel organ strapped to the body, it was heavy, and had a stick to stand it up, a crank wheel ......

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...In New York City- Nineteen thirty-six, the crowds had gathered for a final show; none playing the next day- no more to see of organ grinders coming to their streets. Throughout the city, all th......

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...Beethoven smashes one piano after another. He shears through keyboards, a peasant scything hay. The composer's fingers listen through touch, they become deeper, more blunted, a vibration of mal......

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...Beethoven smashes one piano after another. He shears through keyboards, a peasant scything hay. The composer's fingers don't grow deaf, they become deeper, more blunted, like mallets. His apa......

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... hold still, eventide ... I am a capricious cad among wraiths, waltzing with a mop in a Marrakesh courtyard - catching stars as they drip with waxy and wild wonde......

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...Come enjoy our whole bean bliss; where bean-sky-lifts flavored dreams, sky high or pick your own beans on your way up; yes, we grow it all on one mega-bush. Saucer dining jettison......

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...There are skeletons in the wardrobe but they’re home and dry Looked after properly moth balled and yet unkindly falling apart Conscience is layered just as are subconscious wishes and fears ......

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...Beethoven smashes one piano after another. He shears through keyboards, a peasant scything hay. The composer's fingers don't grow deaf, they become deeper, more blunted, like mallets. His apa......

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...Light is sweet and good for the eyes to see the brightness of the Sun, For if someone lives a thousand years, may they rejoice in all of them. But let us remember, for a thousand years in the sight......

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