Hotels Poems - Poems about Hotels

He is a good man with morals He takes good care of his wives He boasts about his wives a lot Especially people's wives. Our husband doesn't cheat says the wives He's a responsible man with morals Just but ten he married us He promised not to marry again. Our husband doesn't sleep at home He said we scream a lot He needs concentration...

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I flew to Chicago last Friday night my great uncle was turning a hundred. The plan was to fly-in Friday, party Saturday, and fly out Sunday. No missed school. The air felt colder in Chicago, the wind really bit, and the sun seemed to be at an odd angle. We stopped by the beach of a lake so large that there were...

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Terrible dreams three days running, today's was an unbearable doozy. I woke up in a hotel room and had lost Tsuki and Yukiko. I had to get dressed and go out in the world searching for them. But I couldn't find enough clothes to wear, and where were my gawdamn shoes, where did all these...

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Some people's passions are beyond explainable Staying at a remote hotel can be bank breakable Must be a guru Or involved in voodoo To understand this extreme and strange fascination...

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Monday, 5-1 Housekeeping: I checked in early today for a long, business-related stay. Now, I wish to relay that I brought two blue, hypoallergenic towels of my own, from my home. They are doctor prescribed for my skin disorder. Please remove the two sets of your towels from my room. I folded...

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Leaving & Hotels 5/20/2015 Leaving & Hotels not fun With no money to pay for day one Must leave before day Really no other way Prior to the rise of the sun...

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some top shelf put this under your belt the best rooms one with the nusic tune over the air you can't help but stare at the pictures on the wall some have water falls some have ringing bells theyer service HOTELS...

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Rip the ropes to pieces, Tear the bible to shreds? Leave alone, dusty and unread And soon the grip releases. But his love never ceases. And is held in my chest by threads. As the numbers of evil increases, I bleed many colors of reds. All the loosened binding chains releases? The hatred that spreads With the evil things that are said. When the line between...

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