Hullo Poems - Poems about Hullo

...Matthew Scott Harris, whar art thou *****? The following admission honest to dogness haint no bunk nobody, but yours truly bore deeply and countersunk his spontaneity satisfactorily lightweig......Read More

...Must be a squirrel convention — bushy tales along the way. The road was nutty-gray. Seven of them held signs: Parking this way. Hold on...I hear a knock at the door. It’s......Read More

...A nice couple. The Tale of Jean and William. Part 1 Jean Fallen was born in 1999 and had a lonely childhood. She grew up in Redfern but never went to school. She lived with her mother and was r......Read More

...Matthew Scott, Whar Art Thou *****? Nobody, but yours truly bore deeply and countersunk his spontaneity satisfactorily lightweight corporeal mein kampf, didst more than baptize or dunk cuff......Read More

...Hiya! Hullo! How do you do? Where's your husband today? Oh, he's down with the flu And yours? Oh, he's here he's just gone to the loo Nice weather we're having and doodle-dee-doo... (If......Read More

...Hullo, folks! Do you hear me? You didn’t hear me when I was dying. At least hear me now, when I’m dead and buried. I am, as you know, Jinesh, Buried here—in this churchyard at Poonthura, Buri......Read More

...Arise at sunrise to surprise the exercise Which in a twist of fate Sought and wrought from you and I the prize Wrapped and fastened in a debt Incurred by our families Unknown to you and I In......Read More

...I dreamt I said, ‘Hullo, Fellow’ on her pink plumage pillow When from my blue sky grew and flew a sentimental swallow That told me to fold my arms and grow calm because it didn’t matter anymore As......Read More

...Hello? I like to get six + 9 ??Are you?????? schlepping writer,?? natural body and laid-back vibe??  I'm all about therapeutic touch via nuts and life of bee dogged trees! teasing with idealism......Read More

...Hullo, Mr. Reaper! or should I call you Grim? Let's be best friends, Mr. Reaper My pals call me Tim. Take me to Heaven, Mr. Reaper! Where I'll eat my cereals with silver spoons. Bring me to H......Read More

... the call doesn’t come waiting……waiting……pace……. It rings, heart pounding….hullo! ......Read More

...hullo? Rothko ......Read More

...how much has been burnt the lips of the aalpanaa by the heat of the blue letters the absentmindedness that can penetrate this flavour gets hullo-cut coming to the wedding-relation d......Read More

...The place, the Twenty Third Precinct, Brooklyn, Vice. Detective Rodney Townsend, The time, four thirty a.m. Report of incident, death of one John Doe. Ally on the fourteen hundred block, Forth stre......Read More

...Early in the morning before the sun rise. You wake up very fast, and start your way going to work. Before you reach at work, they call you very fast. Hullo sweet daddy, the child is sick. ......Read More