Hair Gel Poems - Poems about Hair Gel

...what do you write about? I look on my desk besides two computer monitors I have sore throat spray plastic owl with a rotating head snowman Christmas felt craft kit two-sided ceramic dish in cri......

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...It was a good morning until I went to the bathroom and fell, slipped and skidded across the floor in my hubby's hair gel. In pain, I tried descending the stairs to scramble some eggs, but I tripp......

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...It was vanity that killed him, not the flames, nor acrid smoke. If he had got out straight away, they would have said, "What a lucky bloke." But he stopped to put on his best PJ's, which hung be......

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...SERENDIPITY commercialized like dippity-do — the extra hold hair gel. sounds like supercalifragilisticexpialidocious* so fresh; and clean — a nonsense word used when......

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...I am from little toys, from hair gel to vases. I am from the Foster Home and the scent of cleaning. I am from the growing basil, the fallen tree out back whose long gone limbs I reme......

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...I Love my Mother in law. Phone rings Ear stings Door knocks Nerve shocks Come in Large gin Be nice Head lice Hair gel Strong smell Stale wee Flows free Stand here My dear ......

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...We had been up, down and sideways with lonely nights and solitary days. We had seen total darkness dispensed from our fights. Our heads began believing our wrongs could not discover our rights, so......

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...every gal should have a little glitter in her life it all starts from head to toe hair gel and wild hair big loopy glittery earrings cheek blush lip gloss necklace nail polish snazzy bling b......

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...The chill within air so crisp and scents of morning dew the light of dawn is but a wisp of gold streaked with pink hues. My eyes are heavy, sleepy still the house is silent yet at kitchen sin......

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...When no. 1 came to me, he had Hollywood written on his forehead and a white speedless horse, he had moves and moods, Armani air and hair gel, and at times was more spiteful than any woman I'......

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...On a nice and sunny day I could take you far away Far away from all the crowd All the crowd that’s around I could take you to the ocean To the ocean of emotion I could show you my devotion. I......

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...It is thanksgiving 2006 let me see what I have to give thanks for. I live in country that is in a war with no end in sight, and because of it racial profile is seen as being all right. Thanks! ......

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