Infuriatingly Poems - Poems about Infuriatingly

...I've never met anyone quite like you, Someone who's so infuriatingly perfect at everything they try. Someone that has never once judged me or looked at me differently Even after they've seen me cr......

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...Spore your appreciation, edification, information..., orchestration, and utilization, a moss fungi (fun guy) attests his marriage synonymous with symbiotic relationship. Nostalgic acquiescence ......

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...I hate robocalls! Inxs of recorded messages transmitted automatically to my telephone number by automatic dialing device. I turn off damn ringer, and disassemble (carefully as disabl......

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...I hate robocalls! I turn off damn ringer, nonetheless... telephone still buzzes twenty four seven eight days a week automated telephone calls digitally recorded message perfectly spoken E......

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...Sinking feeling springs eternal... courtesy sucker punched by vehicular travails Truckload of banshees muffled as more'n yours truly wails he feels wheely tired as one after another significa......

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...I turn off damn ringer, nonetheless... telephone still buzzes twenty four seven eight days a week automated telephone calls digitally recorded message perfectly spoken English differentiati......

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...I drew a sweet faerie girl with a half acorn hat Then I swept horrible kitchen floor in three seconds flat On a roll now, I wrote a number of banal, boring poems All to avoid a bossy, vindictive, ......

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...Sometimes I wonder whether you are just a brilliant illusion my mind has created If so, my darling I must commend my own creativity For if you are a product of my idle mind I wonder what ......

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...I stand alone from everyone. In the dark morning shadow, cast down by a tree. It's long branches lingering above, reaching out to touch me. I wait for a ride, with my hands down by my side. The......

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...He's infuriatingly... pretty... and I follow myself over his smile to find my eyes, promising uncertainty and chewing on my bottom lip with the hunger that resides in... love... He rolle......

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