Hook Up With Poems - Poems about Hook Up With

Broad in the beam not much of a looker this crusty rust-bucket of nuts screws and bolts is a crabby old hooker as luck would have it dolled up trolling for supper at any port in a storm she still gives good service tho' down on her uppers now showing her years deep in the scuppers yet still on the game fishing by night for a living not to...

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down went the bobber set the hook and don’t panic reel it in ~ fish fry! ...

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Do you like small church? I do Sing the old hymns in the book Congregate with a small group of people Everyone knows your name I found I like that For a longest time I did not go to church after my pastor died I just felt like I hadn’t found a church yet until a co-worker told me about a dinner...

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Tell the Moms it didn't happen Tell the Dads it isn't so Pretty little roses blooming In the garden – row on row – Pretty little blossoms folding Petals falling to the floor Falling into angels rising Sprouting wings on which to soar Smite the gunman at the trigger! Seize the madman at the gun! Little...

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Line casts, tension snaps. Freedom....

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There's fish in the hook It's there almost seven hours It's still alive....

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I remember that I once called him Peter Pan The man I loved, and yet a child at heart to me A name that became vividly more portending at pretending than I ever could've imagined. A lost boy I found long ago, or did he find me? No need for Tinkerbelle's pixie dust because he flew with me as his Darling,*...

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If you give a man a fish he will eat for a day. If you teach a man to fish his wife will soon leave him....

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in Captain Hook's dream Peter Pan is forever gone Smead has a fantastic brain Hook is revered His crew would never mutiny and his enemies have all walked the plank...

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In waters deep, temptation lies, The bait on the hook, a fish's demise....

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In shimmering depths, love's barbed allure....

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My dreams are often troubled by useless things. A land-line clicks on and off repeatedly the dreamless are phoning me. long disused. I found a kitten in the cold winter woods it died while I drove it to the shelter. My intervention was just another path to its end. I want an old record turntable, I miss the revolutions, how the 33rpm vinyl slow-spins, how you...

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hook, line and sinker; drowned in your seductive eyes. with effortless ease, you entrap me in your web. a spider with wicked charms. Date written: 04/05/2023...

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I've gone out to the waters Many times ever since I hit sixteen I went out hoping to get fish And in this few years, I've had good catches With my small hook I've been able to trap big fish Fishes only thought to be in the deep sea A surprise cause I only wade shallow waters Where my dangling feet...

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A land without a single crook, Because criminals they don't brook: They'd out fish them with a hook Relying in their roguish look... A District without a Half Crook Battered eyes to one make a spook And as unpleasant as damned gooks... The criminal, without fail, cooks First claiming that he lives took Then, high time petty that you forsook No one has got wings...

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