Hind End Poems - Poems about Hind End

... The ruffle of fleece at her neck makes her feel manufactured, not born— brushstrokes of windswept wool, all soft edges and curves the color of old milk. Her lips were no artist's accident, ......

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...There is a new mythology emerging, Howling from the hind end of the pack, Scorching the composted leavings Of established orthodoxy as a pillar of flame Showing the way for true rock & roller......

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...Pandora's BoX Whom to blame? What woman now walks, the lethal ancestress Of the original ancestress, that one named Pandora, that one with the gleaming eyes that said: "I want; I need, t......

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...I’m gonna write me a rock song; But it won’t be in the top ten ya; Something’s that is gonna make it through Billboards top 10 though; If country music western is your thing; Ah, then honey co......

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...Burden of proof lies squarely on the accused’s name; The filer can exaggerate and overstate any imagined claim. In Minnesota, Judges are forced to approve nearly every filing, Driven by soci......

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...Trump Has His Supporters What are they saying about the Trumpster What he did was discovered in a dumpster And we have also heard some others say Lives there and likes throwing things away. ......

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...Being Caught in a Big Blitzkrieg Could it have been that her and a colleague Had both been caught in a big blitzkrieg And when they did rules started to bend Until Hillary started showing her ......

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...by Michaelw1two Such is this thought, of all things thus bought, material things, emotional needs, self-respect; humanity today is wrought, from birth until nature, accident, or incident; ......

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...What is the matter, cannot find your way? Stop then these wicked games that you play Liberium est non liberi, freedom is not free Why then can you not see, just like me? That the way to finally be f......

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...“Couldn’t we all just be right?” At the hind end of the elephant holding its tail; the first blind man said. “Rotten luck all of us being blind!” said the blind, seated man hugging a leg. “Perhaps......

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...she glided by in the fast lane on my left. straddling the hind end of a hog, looking elegant and lost. in my mind I met her at an art festival. her denim outfit graced her c......

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