Hussies Poems - Poems about Hussies

...The people of this world are like the three butterflies in front of a candle's flame. The first one went closer and said:I know about love. The second one touched the flame lightly with his win......

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...Aphrodite was fuming, did not want to attend Olympus Twelve today. heard that her arch enemies Athena and Hera were coming their way. these goddess hussies had started the Trojan war, had they not?......

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...Aphrodite was fuming, did not want to attend Olympus Twelve today. heard that her arch enemies Athena and Hera were coming their way. these goddess hussies had started the Trojan war, had they not?......

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...Sending Love to My Papa Underneath his multiple dark layers, He was desperately seeking the light. Wolves dressed in sheep’s clothing his betrayers, Kinsman who disregarded his cruel plight. ......

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...Juice had a call that carried to the outer limits of the next galaxy. We all thought he was a tad bit touched in his pure ecstasy. I think he seems more orange today, said a feline on the block. ......

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...Years down the road we will be known as flappers In 1929 we are known as outrageous open hussies Shunned by the church-y women, loved by the nightclub crowd We are to be feared and adored, yin and......

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...THE EDGES WERE RAVELED I COULD MAKE OUT THE AUTHERS SIGNATURE I MEASURED THE SIZE AND FOUNDED WHAT I HAD CAME TO SEE THE ORGINAL " DUEX dE gRITT" BY dIZZIE cAULIER GRUMP I cOULDN'T BELEIVE W......

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...2 TABLESPOONS OF CUMIN 1/4 CUP OF SOY SAUCE 2 TABLESPOONS OF PAPPRIKA 1/4 CUP OF CAYEENE 3 TABLESPOONS OF THYME 3 TABLESPOONS OF ROSEMARY 1/4 CUP OF GINGER ROOT 1 CUP OF DICED ONIONS 3/4 CUP ......

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...THE BUTCHER SENT THE PORK. SHE TOLD THEM, I DON'T KNOW WHY THAT DAMN FOOL, ORDERED THOSE PIGFACES. 12 PIGFACES, THAT'S ENOUGH FOR A PARTY. IF HE THINK'S I'M GONNA COOK THEM, HE GOT ANOTH......

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...The florid footprints of hussies seeped upon the black rug. The florid heart of a saint crippled at the fallow door. The laughter of a sober count guised the howl Of a callous whore. count, Composed ......

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...Creeping inside me, upon me, like dawn, the realization I'd become a pawn. The latest casualty to your psycho games, when all's said and done, there's just me left to blame. Where we not equal, a......

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