Hip Pocket Poems - Poems about Hip Pocket

...I had gone to this spot to pray on a mid-afternoon street in the city so busy the cars rarely make time to drive as they sit for hours and hours on end where I got the vague sense of familiarity ......

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...He's that guy that slays you, always charming, ready & eager to lend a helping hand, a garish smile tucked in his hip pocket -- he's your friendly next door neighbor, ......

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... I woke up that next morning after arriving in New York, Oh boy was my stomach sore from laughing so hard last night. Could tell Ernie was dreaming as his eyes were in REM mode, Noticed his tiny h......

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...I have a new cell phone It allows me to text... I have finally caught up with the civilized world Me...who swore on my soapbox.... "Not for me! Thanks, but no thanks, ..I'd ra......

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...It is Monday morning, time to unwind. today I do laundry and I'm behind. My son's pile is first and guess what I find: Whiff of autumn wafts in the air coming from a jacket pocket - ......

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...Cont…”Bill Jump in my car it’s closer!” Bill was just a step behind Brick as they hurdled over the tape barrier and raced to Brick’s car. “You got it pardner! Don’t stop or I’ll be in your h......

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